Leo Sinclaire - Soccer Lyrics

We play soccer every Tuesday entering a new phase
Try impress you with a header and now we f*ckin loosin
Soccer every Tuesday entering a new phase
Try impress you with a header and now we f*ckin loosin
But Brad got ten points this game
Runs with the fame
All the girls love him wanna be the same
Got ten points this game
Runs with the fame
All the girls love him wanna be the same
I'm in a constant state of sadness feeling kinda average
Came up to me with a kiss on the cheek
Felt kinda happy ran my ass off this week
Woke up with a tan blanket wrapped around me
It was a dream
Kinda pretty
You would choose me
It was a dream
Kinda pretty you would lose me
It was a dream
Kinda pretty
You would hold me
It was a dream
Why did I think it was real when brad got
Ten points this game
Runs with the fame
All the girls love em wanna be the same
Got ten points this game
Runs with the fame
All the girls love em wanna be the same
The same
The same
The same
God dammit i wanna be the same
The same
The same
The same
The same
With the fame
You know we got all these like political problems going on like all the f*cking time and nobody cares
Like the f*cking forest is on fire or some shit and the governments not really doing anything about it
Soooo global warming f*ck that
Uh Donald Trump f*ck that
Ummmm people not liking you back f*ck that
We're all dying anyway man its okay