Boots And Trophy
by Joseph
Lyrics
Verse 1
New season, fresh blades on the grass
Old talk, new scars in the past
Big clubs tryna buy the crown back
Young legs, cold heads, watch that
White shirts, red shirts, black and blue
Every weekend, somebody got proved
Away days, loud rails, muddy boots
One bad touch and the whole place moves
I seen managers sweat in the box
Seen a late goal flip all the odds
Seen a kid with a name on his back
Turn a whole stadium into a crash
Top four race, it gets brutal
No mercy when the table is crucial
One slip, then the headlines bite
One save, and you own that night
Pre-Chorus
Run it up, don’t blink
One chance, one link
Whole block on your name
One night can change the game
Chorus
Premier League, hold that lead
Premier League, make them bleed
Champions League, whole world sees
Champions League, on your knees
Lift that gold, don’t freeze
Lift that gold, we need the scenes
Premier League, hold that lead
Champions League, make history
Verse 2
Midweek flight with the suitcases packed
Different anthem, same cold fact
Europe don’t care who you were last year
Bring your first touch, bring no fear
Press them high, then sit them deep
One counter and the whole thing leaks
Keeper flying, fingertips wide
Net still shaking on the inside
Stoppage time got a wicked grin
That’s where legends and heartbreak live
One away goal, one last block
One loose pass and the dream gets stopped
The captain yell, “Stay compact”
Ten men moving like a train on track
I want that noise when the whistle cuts
I want that silence when the champions touch
Pre-Chorus
Run it up, don’t blink
One chance, one link
Whole block on your name
One night can change the game
Chorus
Premier League, hold that lead
Premier League, make them bleed
Champions League, whole world sees
Champions League, on your knees
Lift that gold, don’t freeze
Lift that gold, we need the scenes
Premier League, hold that lead
Champions League, make history
Bridge
From Manchester rain to Madrid lights
From London fights to Turin nights
Different flags, same hunger in the chest
Same prayer in the tunnel, then the test
If you want it, then you run through pain
If you want it, then you play through rain
No hide, no fold, no borrowed fame
Just boots, hard work, and a burning name
Chorus
Premier League, hold that lead
Premier League, make them bleed
Champions League, whole world sees
Champions League, on your knees
Lift that gold, don’t freeze
Lift that gold, we need the scenes
Premier League, hold that lead
Champions League, make history