[Intro]
Cold grass
Wet boots
Sunday bruise
Same crew (yeah)
[Verse 1]
Vyagra on my chest, orange and black
John Roan mud, got war in the back
Kidbrooke breeze, breath turnin’ to smoke
Lines get drawn, one slide, man’s soaked
Sunday saints?
Nah, we sinners in shorts
Ref blow whistle
Whole block on the pitch for support
Studs up
Hear the thud on the shinpad
Talk tough?
You get pressed where you kick back (ayy)
[Chorus]
Sunday morning on the Roan, still gangster (gangster)
Vyagra colours on, that’s armor (that’s armor)
Tackles like beef, we don’t talk, we just charge up (just charge)
Goals and saves, that’s respect, that’s karma
Sunday morning on the field, that’s warfare (warfare)
Boots muddy but the aim stay crystal (crystal)
If we miss, we reload, same corner (same corner)
Orange and black turn a slide to a missile (brrap)
[Verse 2]
Keeper in gloves, that’s my last line
He dive full stretch, riskin’ back, riskin’ spine
One-on-one, hear my heart start bang
He block shot, whole touchline sang (woo)
We play for pride, not pay, that’s facts
But step out of line, get stamped, get clamped
Half-time tea, but the chat stay raw
Plan two-foot in your head, not the ball
Ref talk calm, but he scared of the temper
He know one wrong flag, that’s pressure
From Kidbrooke ends to the crossbar dents
We built rep off tackles and tense-ups (ayy)
[Chorus]
Sunday morning on the Roan, still gangster (still gangster)
Vyagra colours on, that’s armor (that’s armor)
Tackles like beef, we don’t talk, we just charge up (charge up)
Goals and saves, that’s respect, that’s karma
Sunday morning on the field, that’s warfare (warfare)
Boots muddy but the aim stay crystal (crystal)
If we miss, we reload, same corner (same corner)
Orange and black turn a slide to a missile (skrrt)