Yours - SG Lewis

Got a 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, want it

I’m tired tryna fight it and fight you

Fight this and fight it all

Let’s get out of the rain

Get a cab to my house, we can snuggle up

Oo hoo hoo, oo hoo hoo, it’s yours

Oo hoo hoo, oo hoo hoo, all yours

Oo hoo hoo, oo hoo hoo, it’s yours

Oo hoo hoo, oo hoo hoo, all yours

Got your hands in my head

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

Well, let him quiver in the cold

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

I’m tired tryna fight it and fight you

And fight this and fight it all

Let’s get out of the rain

Get a cab to my house, we can snuggle up

Come on, let it drop

Oo hoo hoo, oo hoo hoo, it’s yours

Oo hoo hoo, oo hoo hoo, all yours

Oo hoo hoo, oo hoo hoo, it’s yours

Oo hoo hoo, oo hoo hoo, all yours

It’s yours, na

Na na na, na na na, all yours

No, oo oo ha, hey hey hey, it’s yours

Oh no, oo oo oo, ah ah ah, all yours