Carefree

Take that on the turn like Mason Is that N'Golo Kante or Jason Statham? Pulisic make a man sing Adele One drop shoulder, they're chasing pavements Cross-field ping Reece James in acres Leave your left back tasting trainers Atari gamer or Timo Werner Both of them Space Invaders Left foot, right foot, I'm way too dangerous Two man in a key, man are distant strangers Might tell Roman to triple his wages Biggest of stars on biggest of stages And bun COVID man, I ain't been to a game in ages In my head I'm just trading places Man better know I'm a serious barrer Jorginho, that's a serious passer Me and him put shit over your head like Ramires, Barca Yeah, dinked in under the crossbar Made that two like Jay-Jay Okocha I praise the Lord for Didier Drogba I want a mill and a mill more I want twenty-three Billy like Gilmour Told my bredrin to be like Kovacic He should explore the field more But right now he's Carlos Tevez Don't wanna play with the field more Me, tryna be Mason Mount Stamford Bridge on a billboard Yeah, fans call me Dave like I'm Azpilicueta I was stressed when Tomori left But Rudiger's in and he handle it better See, any game we lose next season I'm pulling a Ty and I'm blaming the weather Matter of fact, blaming the weather Tits on the profile, move like Zouma, brave with the header All of you rappers coming like the Chinese Super League Man that gas is gonna win you an Oscar I drink lager straight from the barrel But move athletic, Diego Costa I can bar about anyone name on the roster I told you I bossed her Peng girl with a big bum doing up Reece James 'Cause I'm behind the back if I crossed her Yeah she ain't the special one, no way Jose Me, I bun hoes like rolls on a cold day Only time you might see me in red Is Saturday night when I'm spilling my rosé Okay, maybe not rosé but I'm on lines like Vito Mannone Something like Ozil, trust me I don't play Man City got Sterling, but they got no ST so they want Erling But we've got NG, on him from ERLI Giving out L's so we can get ERI, certi If you can't hear me I'll take the I out, send you to the ER near me Add what's left to the song And you'll get an artist that levels up yearly Real Madrid, they ain't real no more Courtois in goal and I don't give a fuck how he feel no more We've got Mendy and he don't spill no more Bun you Thibaut, we've got Timo Don't need pricks on the field no more Hazard never should have left our club But don't leave pricks at his heels no more Bow, bow bow bow bow bow