Текст песни Silver - Pheeyownah

You don't have to give me your space
I'll take what's mine, i'll take what's mine
Steppin it up cause i need to
Seconds and thirds cause i need to
You don't have to lend me yours i got my own shine
See me fly out through the roof
Let me show what i can do
I can take off just like you so don't come rushing for truce
Don't come rushing for truce, ey

Gimme that
Gimme that
Gimme that
Gimme that silver
Gimme that silver

Gimme that
Gimme that
Gimme that
Gimme that silver
Gimme that silver

Gimme that
Gimme that
Gimme that
Gimme that silver
Gimme that silver

Gimme that silver even though i'm worth the gold

Consider yourself lucky,
Consider yourself fine
No need to get defensive, alright
I did my best for nothing and lost my wings of pride
One day i'll be up and runnin
So go on hit the breaks i won't make no mistakes, no

Gimme that
Gimme that
Gimme that
Gimme that silver
Gimme that silver

Gimme that
Gimme that
Gimme that
Gimme that silver
Gimme that silver

Gimme that
Gimme that
Gimme that
Gimme that
Gimme that silver
Gimme that
Gimme that silver

Gimme that silver even though i'm worth the gold
Gimme that silver