Every Day I'm Russ Wilson

LYRICS

(Bear Paw)
Who the heck you think you messing' with I'm the football boss
lest you forget I'm the best, watch me give the ball a toss
I throw it hard, I throw it far, I throw it fast
I worship Gaaawd with the cross route, Seahawk Sunday Mass

You other quarterbacks sorely lack moral sporting tact
step back from the pack take the snap the ball's arc marks the perfect path
swarming mass, scoring pass, i found the surest track
hand off to Travis, then he dash run it fast and that's the match

Team on my back hear us roar, I'm not sore that sack was wack
my contract, i got four more years and I'll never slack
you've got stats? I've got more, most wins and that's a fact
won't fall flat no we will soar, 12th man's voice never cracks

Indeed my blood is Seahawk themed in blue and green no greater hues
the Puget scene looks so serene but they can make it quake for you!

(BGFT)
To all uncertain persons searching' for some facts proven' I'm the goat
put toe to toe with any quarterback I put the snap up on his throat
I do si do then pass to slow three cone Metcalf go draft Deebo
got a 3 pressed next to my Seahawks crest but I gotta be the best one that's fo' sho' (HEY YO)

I was raised in Cincinnati parents Harrison and Tammy
practicing my victory dance in the mirror in my jammies
(damn he got the crown) yeah that's what they say
I'll Lockett down on the very next play
and I'm rocking' the blue when i flock to the youths in their hospital rooms on Tuesdays

Just one of three QBs with fifty TDs in my first two seasons
keen to peak Beastquake bar none, pardon not pleased Marshawn has gone I'm grievin'

(why not me?) I been a boss since I tossed my cap in Wisconsin when I crossed the map to SEA
you could bet it all on me straight
not a bad call (green bay)

Okay fair but I'm short in arrogance and I bear a fairly rare assertive clarity when i carry it beware of the fight
within the flair of a prayerful player who'll be leaving' here with Ciara tonight!

(Lester Potts)
Every play I'm hustlin'
scramble past the tustlin' offensive line on a QB keeper like a gist of wind
get the first then slide like indeed i do steal third
huge screams from the blue green bleachers
I'm the true team preacher so keep it clean never outta pocket with my speech

unless I get swept outta pocket then I hawk it deep to my guy Lockett
see this is more than sports watch me walk it like i talk it
grip it grip it real good flip it flip it pass action clinic
slip it through traffic we miss Will Disley but Wilson to Willson is still good

Yes 12s is in the building while we yelling and feeling
the hand of Paul, shepherd the Rams to their fall
Diggs pick the six, we got the ball!

Jimmy, Aaron, Tom and Jared, Dak and Baker, all embarrassed
Lamar the martian heir apparent still far from Wilson no comparing
Call the audible, baby Yoda persona is laudable, from the clink
brink of your seat you gotta know on God I'm the goat never hurt just raring to go Russ'll carry us home.