Lyrics

Yeah, uh,
Michael Olise, remember the name,
Bundesliga’s burning, he’s changin’ the game.

Step on the pitch, crowd rise like thunder,
Defenders freeze when they see his number.
Sharp like a blade, footwork insane,
One move, two moves – they’re gone in the rain.

From London streets to the German lights,
He runs the wings, no sleep, no nights.
Crosses cut deep, goals in supply,
Another broken backline – don’t ask why.

Olise on fire, Bundesliga’s done,
Breaking the lines, can’t stop that run.
Drip too clean, his style too lit,
Michael Olise – he’s rippin’ this sh*t.

Fans in the stands, they scream his name,
Rivals in shock, can’t handle the flame.
Playmaker vision, his pass so cold,
Every touch pure gold, story unfold.

Left foot magic, defenders collapse,
He owns the league, just check the stats.
From Paris roots to the German stage,
Olise the beast, he’s out the cage.

Olise on fire, Bundesliga’s done,
Breaking the lines, can’t stop that run.
Drip too clean, his style too lit,
Michael Olise – he’s rippin’ this sh*t.

So when you talk kings, better say his name,
Michael Olise, forever in the game.
No defense strong enough, no chain can bind,
Bundesliga’s his, he’s one of a kind.