Brayden’s little brother, he’s lost in the game,
Braxton’s got that Fortnite, running through his veins.
Every time you see him, controller in his hand,
Building up a fortress like he’s the last man stand.
Dances in the lobby, he’s flexin’ every move,
Emotes on repeat, can’t nobody prove,
His brain’s on overdrive, stuck in battle mode,
His world’s a VR loop, can’t escape the code.
He’s got that Fortnite fever, it’s a brainrot vibe,
Emote after emote, can’t leave it behind.
No, he’s not coming up for air, stuck in the grind,
Braxton’s in the zone, and he’s lost his mind.
Battle Bus flyin’, he’s diving with a shout,
Building ramps and walls, no time for a doubt.
Victory Royale’s the only thing he seeks,
But it’s that “fresh” dance move that’s got him weak.
Friends are callin’, “Bro, come hang out!”
But he’s locked in his world, no time to step out.
A brain full of loot, and skins he can’t ignore,
Braxton’s world is Fortnite, forevermore.
He’s got that Fortnite fever, it’s a brainrot vibe,
Emote after emote, can’t leave it behind.
No, he’s not coming up for air, stuck in the grind,
Braxton’s in the zone, and he’s lost his mind.
Braxton, come back, the world’s waiting outside,
There’s more than just chug-jugs and where the loot hides.
But he’s caught in the storm, can’t break free,
The dance is his anchor, it’s all he can see.
He’s got that Fortnite fever, it’s a brainrot vibe,
Emote after emote, can’t leave it behind.
No, he’s not coming up for air, stuck in the grind,
Braxton’s in the zone, and he’s lost his mind.
Braxton, oh Braxton, put down that controller,
The real world’s waiting, and it’s getting bolder.
But for now, he’s locked in a battle royale,
Until the next dance move, he’s lost in the spell.