WHITE KIT, RED LINE

[Verse 1]
Yo Dad, it's me, four AM, screen of my phone is my only light
Algeria's pressin' heavy but we're holdin' the structure tight
Ammouta's on the sideline, looking like he's seen a ghost from '04
And I'm pacing on the carpet, wearing out the path I wore before
My whole wall is watching with me, every polyester crest and year
That 2019 home kit whispering a prayer I need to hear
Tamari just did a kubri on their left-back, pure disgrace
I wish you could see the look on Messi's face when we get to his place.

[Chorus]
White kit, red line, black numbers on the spine
Yeah, we drew the giants, tell 'em get in the damn line
From the Amman circles to the Detroit stop sign
Told you this was our time, Dad, I swear this is our time.

[Verse 2]
Remember you said, "Son, defend like the taxi's gettin' towed?"
Well, the boys just parked the bus on the MetLife Stadium road
I feel the stud marks on my ankle from that Tuesday in the rain
A season-ending injury, a different kind of phantom pain
But Yazan's makin' runs that heal a decade of the doubt
He hits the nylon kiss so sweet it shuts the commentator's mouth
This ain't for FIFA suits, this is for you, stuck in the traffic grind
The beautiful damn game, the only truth we ever tried to find.

[Chorus]
White kit, red line, black numbers on the spine
Yeah, we drew the giants, tell 'em get in the damn line
From the Amman circles to the Detroit stop sign
Told you this was our time, Dad, I swear this is our time.

[Bridge]
(Whistle blows on the stream)
(Wait... wait... did he...)
(YALLA! YALLA!) (YA ZALAMÉ, WE DID IT!)
(He blew the whistle! WE'RE THROUGH!)

[Outro]
Okay. I'll see you when you're home.
Don't forget the ka'ak.