Panenka Lyrics

Ma famille a dit: Qu'est-ce que tu fais

Aujourd'hui, my mind's been spitting out lead

All the nights lying in my bed

Couldn't cry if I tried so instead I'm forging iron with my mic

The venom of a viper, a striker

A natural number nine

E.T. bike it like Olivier Giroud

Bada boom, I'm just an alien with a new easel

Take the flow, control it like Zizou

One two, one two

Spin move in the box for a penalty

The referee sent him off

The stadium's silent

Legs start tensing up

The pressure's piling

Gut says go left

But if I hit a panenka

They'll consider me the best

So I take a deep breath

Lungs releasing stress

GK banging his glove on his chest

If you make it, your legacy blessed

If you miss, you'll be mocked by the press

Both of our benches pressed

One kick riding on a million bets

Golazo

End it with a Balotelli flex