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