Game of what now?I'm a rastafarian, TargaryenI got some dragons and

turn the music up, I got my records onI

if there was no lie?Nothing wrong, nothing right?What if

at Earth from outer spaceEveryone must find a placeGive

I: Everything's Not I counted up my demonsSaw

Chris sinkin' like stonesAll that we fought forHomes, places

ohOooh oooh, ooh ohOooh we left La ManchaHeading

This was our first chapterFrom now on we’ll only be full

night, another fightTears, we cried a floodGot all kinds

night, another fightTears, we cried a floodGot all kinds

you try your best but you don't succeedWhen you

you try your best, but you don't succeedWhen you

1: Chris summer we hung 'roundOn the streets of

got one eye watching youOne eye on what you

on the leftPeople on the rightYou got a lion insidePeople

Little Simz, Elyanna, Chris Martin & Burna so we

I see trees that are green, red roses tooI watch them

the brutal autumn sunIt dawns on me, what have

Chris Martin & olé, olé, olé, olé, oléOlé, olé,

I: Neon Chris much as I could, as