Songtexte Ours! - Wolf

Yeah
Yeah
Oh yeah
I just want to be better then your last
Fuck about what he did
Rodeo clown, eight seconds to the clock toc tic
We ain't finna move fast baby
Niggas see me going up and they hatin
They ain't never thought a weirdo could make it
Making more sense then coin machine
My five sense heard, smelled, touch, tasted, seen
What can hoes do for a simp like me?
Don't get too close sirens sang to me
At a beach in a dream to good to be true
Food for thought, fed, tongue and cheek
I Swear on O, I love how you do your thing
But they don't know the rough things
I got to smooth them out, toughen up, scream and shout
Too tired of these hoe ass niggas tryna be cool wimp ass nigga
You're a wannabe

You are some to me I've give up
Everything to see my niggas again to see my guys, just to speak
Show them all my plans damn, hit the fan shit hit my fan
Yeah, everything yeah on gang
Fell in love with you
You mean so much to me, these niggas be wannabe's
Yeah, the world is ours
Yeah, I've got super powers on gang
I ain't no coward you hear me?