Yours - SG Lewis

Got 20 pound note, rolled up

Rolled up a lil, squashed in my pocket

Don't you give me those eyes

We can stop by the shop, get some rum if you want it

I'm tired tryna fight it and fight you

Fight this and fight it all

Let's get up out the rain

Get a cab to my house, we can snuggle up

It's yours

All yours

It's yours

All yours

Got your hands on my head

And the door starts to ring, I'm guessing that's the pizza

We'll let it quit up in the cold

Cause all that I want is a piece now of you're love, hold us

I'm tired tryna fight it and fight you

Fight this and fight it all

Let's get out the rain

Get a cab to my house, we can snuggle up

It's yours

All yours

It's yours

All yours