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



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Writer(s): James Songer, Kazza Prod
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