文本歌词

Yeah, I wear my chain to the game
But for the game
I sip champagne from the world cup
Oh yeah, I’m here to stir **** up
I pray on a hill in Brazil
To Christ the Redeemer
But most kids worship us
(Ah!)
I’m just warming up
I’m almost ready
Turn it up a bit more
in the headphones
Check me out though, look
It’s cops to dodge
in the city of God
To reach the goals of these soccer stars
There’s records to break
medals to take
Flags to wave, the city is ours
There’s ceilings to climb
the road winds
Only lights is those from a Beamer
It’s nice to pray in front of
Christ the Redeemer
If your God is bigger than my God up there
My God bigger than your God down here
Whom shall I fear?
It’s foretold by Calogero
most Bronx tales don’t end well
Especially when your own country treats you
like an infidel
There's odds against it ends well
Don’t box me into the corner, I
Float like a butterfly
sting like Muhammad A
On training day I go too hard
ask Antoine Fuqua
I am Godzilla of these favelas, new God flow
Won’t you follow me into the jungle? (yeah)
Ain’t no God on these streets
in the heart of the jungle (oh, Lord child)
Won’t you follow me into the jungle? (yeah)
Ain't no god on my streets in the heart
of the jungle (oh lord child)
Won't you follow me into the jungle
I lost my mind, in the city of lights (yeah)
In the backstreets buildings
and the neon lights (yeah)
When I heard the thunder
I could feel the rain (yeah)
It's the same to me
just a different name
Won’t you follow me into the jungle? (yeah)
Ain’t no God on these streets
in the heart of the jungle (oh, Lord child)
Won’t you follow me into the jungle? (yeah)
Ain't no god on my streets
in the heart of the jungle (oh lord child)
Won't you follow me into the jungle