Wolves Songtext

I hear them scratching like I don't know better.
Won't you keep the wolves from the door.
It won't be long before I cave in and open up the...

And I don't wanna go back home.
Too many staring faces,
Wishing they could drag me down,
Waiting to pull me under.
I've shaken off my chains,
But I still feel those shackles
Living inside of me,
I know I've gotta fight temptation

Keep the wolves from the door.
I hear them scratching like I don't know better.
Won't you keep the wolves from the door.
It won't be long before I cave in and open up the...

Yo, Money's short like my temper,
But the bills still keep on coming. Staying on the grind January til December,
Tryna lace this beats on a shoestring budget.
Rent's due so I'm raiding the copper jar,
Hard on the hustle for the sterling.
Going all out, Putting work in.
It's an uphill struggle but I'm working
I was homeless, having to sleep rough.
On the streets feeling like I need to be drunk.
I'm tryna turn grass roots to a tree trunk.
When the man are only in it for the free lunch.
See us we only deal with the real stuff,
Brother, cos all that glitters ain't gold.
Plus, I can hear the wolves outside my door,
But money can't buy my soul, no.

Keep the wolves from the door.
I hear them scratching like I don't know better.
Won't you keep the wolves from the door.
It won't be long before I cave in and open up the...

Keep the wolves from the door.
I hear them scratching like I don't know better.
Won't you keep the wolves from the door.
It won't be long before I cave in and open up the door.