Sweaty Goals

We got them sweaty goals, yeah
We like to make it hot
Agbonlahor up on the left and on
The right we got Walcott
They make your nose drop
They turn you to a real men
500 miles an hour nearly as fast as my Gran
Don’t even blink or you’re
Probably gonna miss us
Running rings round you bitches and
Leaving you in stitches
And I’m sorry I really can’t
Stay for all the pictures
Cause I gotta head to your house
And see to your misses we’re unbreakable
Nobody can match our skills
We’re fast as lightning
It’s like our players running on wheels
So when we get in the box, we don’t shoot
We pass across
And pretend it was a fluke but
Really it was our plot
And we always scoring goals
We’re not effected by the boredom hell no
It’s not easy even Heskey can’t score them
On the wing, we just cross it to the far post
Collecting sweat by the bottle to
Pour on your mum’s roast

Scoring sweaty goals like I’m out of control
And it’s running so much I
Need to wipe my nose
And nobody even knows how I do it
All I know is that every day
I keep dripping that fluid, yeah
Score a sweaty like you wanna end a drought
You gotta Get what? Get what?
Get yo tit's out
Do a barrel roll just to piss about you
You gotta Get what? Get what?
Get yo tit's out
I don’t know what else to say
But you gotta Get what? Get
What? Get yo tit's out
Girl bring those melons here cos
You know what this about
You gotta Get what? Get what?
Get yo tit's out

In my room getting sweaty, fans on full blast
As they see me dripping like
Lee Evans on a broadcast
I’m the king of FIFA, my hands are Usain fast
As I rain over these noobs
Like England weather forecast
Got my black men on the wing
Mmmmmm it’s finger licking
Got a header in the 90
Now you’re left there sitting
Constantly missing while I’m
Constantly hitting
Sweating and betting with EA
Scripting, I’m winning, ha ha
So you know this game is written
Yeah all I do is passbacks
Celebrating while holding my
Really nice nut-sacks
Pissing people off with my
Dirty acts dripping wet
So you know I got that sweaty tax
But I don’t care cos all I’m gonna
See are just those classy racks
And you know that’s a fact
I’m a beast, attacking to the max
No need to get jelly with
My tactics failing rarely
Don’t hate me and go insane
EA Sports it’s in the game
Now watch me score again
As you just complain
Doing stuff that’s inhumane
You would think I’m David Blaine
Cos the pitch is my domain
Wwwnoshame and you just can’t do a thang
Cos it’s all in the game

Score a sweaty like you wanna end a drought
You gotta Get what? Get what?
Get yo tit's out
Do a barrel roll just to piss about you
You gotta Get what? Get what?
Get yo tit's out
I don’t know what else to say
But you gotta Get what? Get
What? Get yo tit's out
Girl bring those melons here cos
You know what this about
You gotta Get what? Get what?
Get yo tit's out