Prowsey

(Thank goodness! You're Awake)
(You okay?)
(Yeah)
(Where are we?)

Fuck bend it like Beckham, I whip it like Prowsey
Fuck bend it like Beckham, I whip it like Prowsey
And Man u can fuck off if you ever doubt me

Fuck bend it like Beckham, I whip it like Prowsey
And Man u can fuck off if you ever doubt me
I got all of these hurdles to clear, they surround me
But I'll only do it with everyone round me

I'll be the hometown hero, and they better all respect my spot
And you know I'm going all the way up to the
You thought I'd say top, but don't know if I want it
All I want is the love of my dearly departed

Fuck bend it like Beckham, I whip it like Prowsey
Fuck bend it like Beckham, I whip it like Prowsey
Fuck bend it like Beckham, I whip it like Prowsey
I got all of these hurdles to clear, they surround me

Dripped out, lanky lad, but I talk smooth
I don't fuck with all these labels making money moves
I don't fuck with all these Pompeys, knock me off my groove
I'm king, I'm a saint, I could never loose

Fuck bend it like Beckham, I whip it like Prowsey
And Man u can fuck off if you ever doubt me
I got all of these hurdles to clear, they surround me
But I'll only do it with everyone round me

I'll be the hometown hero, and they better all respect my spot
And you know I'm going all the way up to the
You thought I'd say top, but don't know if I want it
All I want is the love of my dearly departed

Fuck bend it like Beckham, I whip it like Prowsey
Fuck bend it like Beckham, I whip it like Prowsey
I got all of these hurdles to clear, they surround me

(Hold on)

Dripped out, lanky lad, but I talk smooth
I don't fuck with all these labels making money moves
I don't fuck with all these Pompeys, knock me off my groove
I'm king, I'm a saint, I could never loose



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Writer(s): Simon Fidlin
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