Santos hit the group chat, said “I’ll be on in twenty,”
We already know that means don’t expect him anytime plenty.
He with his fiancée, spending quality time,
But one hour later, still no sign online.
Angel in the lobby, headset on, waiting,
Checking Activision like, “Bro, why you hating?”
Warzone loading, squad is all ready,
But Santos got us sitting there looking unsteady.
Chorus
Twenty minutes turns to sixty every night,
Santos always saying he’ll be there, but that ain’t right.
We’re in the lobby, boys are ready to deploy,
But he’s with Tyrone and he’s stalling all the boys.
“Just one more minute,” yeah we heard that before,
We’ll be asleep before he walks through the door.
Santos, stop lying, come and load the game,
The squad ain’t the same when you’re missing from the frame.
Verse 2
Tyrone got him laughing while the boys all wait,
Angel checking Discord every five minutes,
Wondering if Santos even plans to finish.
The clock keeps ticking, snacks all gone,
Still no Santos, what’s taking so long?
“Baby, I’m almost done,” that’s his favorite line,
But midnight comes and he still ain’t online.
Bridge
We roast him hard, but he’s still our bro,
When he finally joins, we steal the show.
Dropping in Control, chasing that dub,
Even if he lies, he’s part of the club.
Final Chorus
Twenty minutes turns to sixty every night,
Santos got us waiting till the morning light.
But when he joins, the squad feels complete,
Even if his timing gets us all beat.
you, but here’s what we say:
If you say twenty minutes… we’ll see you tomorrow, okay?