Verse 1

Midnight drift under neon light

Got the golden touch, yeah we own the night

Quick feet, lightning strike on the pitch

Making defenders look poor, making it rich

Step over, shoulder drop, left to right

Leaving shadows behind in the stadium light

Chorus

Neymar flow, running through the city street

Heavy bass shaking up the concrete

No fear, living life on the edge

Writing our names on the golden pledge

(Phonk beat dropping low)

Verse 2

Number ten shining bright in the haze

Lost inside of a hypnotic maze

Crescendo rising, the crowd starts to roar

We came for the win, we ain't asking for more