Can't Borrow a Decent Game

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[Intro] Yeah, Jake, this one's friendly Jacob in the building [Verse 1] You say you play like Iniesta, maestro in the middle But the tape tells a story that is nowhere near the riddle More like Prunier, boots tangled in the grass Trying to look composed while the whole back line lets you pass You bought the same clubs after watching my swing Copied my FIFA squad, even changed your nickname At the five-a-side, you mirror every move But when the whistle blows, you forget what to do [Pre-Chorus] You call it inspiration, I call it déjà vu Every game, every hobby, somehow circles back to you [Chorus] Jake, you copy everything I do Golf, FIFA, football, poker too Darts on the board, fish on the line You take my whole playbook and call it your design Jake, you swear you're built like a king But your bald head's shining and your throws miss the ring You can borrow the style, you can borrow the fame But you still can't borrow a decent game [Verse 2] You studied my poker face, then folded on a pair Tried my fishing setup, caught weeds and called it rare At darts you took my stance, leaned exactly like me Hit the wall beside the board, then blamed the lighting You show up to the golf course dressed like my twin Same glove, same driver, same excuse when you spin You say, “Watch this,” then the ball takes a tour Through the hedge, past the bunker, never near the hole [Pre-Chorus] You call it inspiration, I call it déjà vu Every game, every hobby, somehow circles back to you [Chorus] Jake, you copy everything I do Golf, FIFA, football, poker too Darts on the board, fish on the line You take my whole playbook and call it your design Jake, you swear you're built like a king But your bald head's shining and your throws miss the ring You can borrow the style, you can borrow the fame But you still can't borrow a decent game [Bridge] Still, you're my cousin, so I let you stay Even when you steal my moves every Saturday Maybe one day you'll find your own lane Till then, keep copying—just improve the aim [Final Chorus] Jake, you copy everything I do Golf, FIFA, football, poker too Darts on the board, fish on the line You take my whole playbook and call it your design Jake, no hair but plenty of nerve For a man with that record, you got some confidence to preserve You can borrow the style, you can borrow the fame But you still can't borrow a decent game [Outro] Jacob, Jake, the imitation king Same old moves, new losing streak