A Villain, Nfl

You never meant anything to me anyway. If I twist my wrist and thrust it down, I flick my hips and slip away. If I smash my forearm into your grill, this is how I get my thrill. You never meant anything to me anyway. I am just a player, playing for fun. But when I begin to play for money, I flick my hips and slip away. Sometimes, brutality and reality collide. Brothers and players stand side by side. You never meant anything to me anyway. Well-off fans and super-rich owners, to the players, are nothing but donors. I flick my hips and slip away. The players always give their all, but always are expendable. You never meant anything to me anyway. I flick my hips and slip away.