Carefree

Take that on a 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 billi 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 handles 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 any one 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 rose on a cold day

Only time you might see me in red

Is on 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've got no ST so they want Erling

But we've got NG, on it from early

Giving out L's so we can get eerie

Certi, if you can't hear me I'll 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 you 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 in the field no more

Hazard never should have left our club

But don't leave pricks at his heels no more