Winning: The Rise Lyrics

And it says

When I was a child

I spake as a child

Understood as a child

And I thought as a child

But when I became a man

I put away childish things

Amén

Hã-hã, hã-hã (hã-hã)

Y ye-yeah (hã-hã)

Hã (hã-hã)

He-hey (woah-ah)

Yeah-ah

Y ye-yeah (hã-hã)

He-hey

Yeah-ah

Woah-ah

Hã-hã (oh-oh-oh)

Ahn, he

Brought her with me in the Lambo

We just arrived at the airport

A little tired from Orlando

A private flight to CastelBrando

Racing SuperCars with Pietro (In Italy)

Welcome to ZikaConfidential (Luka and G)

Ferrero's, but you already know what I'm going to do

I got a couple of goals to score on, I'm smooth

And she has beautiful clothes, but baby I see through

And you got a big heart, but baby you are pro-choice

Hey, I can tell you've been with soy boys

You already know she's useless if she's pro-choice

Oi, you already know it boy

Men need soldiers like it's Troy

Oi, my daughters will be spoiled

But all my boys will be Stoic

For my children I'll be soil

Until they're Sheikhs selling oil

Or winning championships like Floyd

I don't make the rules, I just report them

A woman without instruction is a hoe headed for destruction

But sometimes I just sit and ponder (wonder)

If getting married is a blunder (or it's worth it?)

It's the chessboard of life

The grass ain't greener on the other side

On the other side (side)

Baby open your eyes eyes

And you'll realise (lise)

That they're living lies

Got to go and catch a f*cking private flight (flight)

I'm the sky

Always feeling hype

Got to get time

Got to get time

She's sending me signs (signs)

But they're mixed signs (signs)

Uh baby I got no time (time)

Baby I got no time (time)

Baby I got no time for you

That's why I put you in the friend zone

And I feel solo but all my life I've been Rambo (Rambo)

Ha-ha