Lyrics

I got legs I love to kick ‘em
You got players you need to pick ‘em
I got money to spend on us honey
You say later don’t you know it’s Sunday
But later’s always a day away ‘cause you waste your moves on those fantasy plays

Fantasy League you’re killing me
Monday night screaming and draft day schemes
Fantasy League you got a real disease
Somebody get me the CDC
Fantasy League big payoff dreams
Come on baby take a look at me and get a bet down on reality

I love this dress I fit right in it
Sneak a peak boy it’s curve-a-li-cious
You love kickers in skintight britches
You tell me what’s wrong with this picture
But the picture never seems to change ‘cause your eyes are glued to those fantasy games

Fantasy League now who’s your squeeze
Pavarotti Tucker or Giselle’s honey
Fantasy League what do you mean waiving me for the Seahawk’s D
Fantasy League big payoff dreams
Come on baby take a look at me and get a bet down on reality

I got legs you should be begging I got game but you ain’t playing
I got lips need some kissing
Trust me son that’s not all you’re missing now
I don’t need you to take a knee just get some separation from this make-believe

Fantasy League you’re killing us
You traded love for playoff lust
Fantasy League enough’s enough you can’t stop mumbling
Gronk’s a bust Fantasy League big payoff dreams
Come on baby come on baby get your head out the clouds get your ass off the couch put your feet on the ground and get a bet down on reality