Well uh the plane landed and when I came out There was a dude who looked like a cop standing there with my name out I ain't trying to get arrested yet I just got here I sprang with the quickness like lightning, disappeared
Now, this is a story all about how My football world flipped upside down And I liked to take a minute Just sit right there I'll tell you how I became a target man known as Prince Oularè In west Waregen, born and raised On the subs bench at Watford I spent most of my days Chillin' out maxin' relaxin' all cool Winning G’s off Troy Deeney shootin some pool When a couple of guys called Paul and Dane Said Barnsley was for me and t’chase Dike like fame I got on one little flight and the government got scared They said 'You'll never play for Barnsley, we don’t believe you’re Prince Oularè
I whistled for my Mum when it became clear The paperwork was sketchy and Dane was no longer here If anything I can say this club’s a nightmare But I thought 'Now forget it' - 'My name’s Prince Oularè' I pulled up to Oakwell it was mid-September ish And I yelled to the crowd 'Yo, Reds, you gotcha wish' I looked at my kingdom I was finally there To play up front alone as the main man Prince Oularè
They're both rhyming couplet traditional rap Belgians actually. i'm surprised that you did not know this. One of them sent me this: Got an FA can't add up my points Gotta gaffer diss' my aching joints (Gotta brainfreeze thinking Marcus Schopp Gotta budget more like Jurgen Klopp) Got a job, not even on the bench Gotta fanbase none of 'em speak French Got a fellow Belgian - call him bro' Got a chance of "laiking" ? We don't know Gotta say the need for me is stark Gotta think I'm twice as good as Clarke* Gotta think I'll get into the team Gotta get a visa, live the dream. * Not Alan
