Golden Frame

[Verse 1]
Kick-off whistle, crowd insane
Two numbers warming up the flame
Thirty and seven on every back
Whole world watching every attack
One left shoulder, ink and ice
One with the jump, hang-time sky
Different roads to the same bright stage
Ink their names on the history page
[Chorus]
Two goats of the game
Scoring again and again (again!)
Their last World Cup
Put the globe in a golden frame
Every net they shake
Bend the bars on the cage
Two goats of the game
Turn the grass to a golden stage
[Verse 2]
One glides quiet, cuts through space
One sprints, thunder in his chase
One sees gaps that don’t exist
One turns scraps into iron fists
One small giant, velvet touch
One tall tower, rises up
Kids in alleys, shout those names
Chasing shadows of their plays
[Chorus]
Two goats of the game
Scoring again and again (oh yeah)
Their last World Cup
Put the globe in a golden frame
Every net they shake
Bend the bars on the cage
Two goats of the game
Turn the grass to a golden stage
[Bridge]
Is this the last dance?
Last sprint, last stance? (hey!)
Every minute feels like fate
Every chant a prayer they make
Win or lose, the story stays
Boot marks carved in sacred clay
When the lights fade off that day
Their legends still replay
[Chorus]
Two goats of the game
Scoring again and again
Their last World Cup
Put the globe in a golden frame
Every net they shake
Bend the bars on the cage
Two goats of the game
Turn the grass to a golden stage

rap, Stadium-trap rap banger with male vocals; tight 2-step hi-hats, booming kicks, and wide bass. Verses stay nimble with halting flows and sudden pauses; hook explodes with chant-ready lines and gang vocals. Subtle crowd ambience tucked under the beat, plus airy pads on the last hook to feel like a trophy-lift moment., football, world