Simba Lyrics

Call me Simba (call me Simba)

Call me (call me) (call me)

Call me Simba (Simba)

King of my own jungle

Get the bag like hella fast, swear to god I won't fumble

Cuz I'm Simba (Simba)

King of my own jungle

Yea (yeah)

Woah (woah)

Long wait for the king

Longer roads ahead

Dark times and darker dreams keep hanging over my head

But just like Simba Imma young king

Tell them boys to bow down

Go out do my thing, then I come back with my own crown

Not a singer just a writer who doesn't like those ghost sounds

But I'm still sinnin and I'm still living

The only way that I know how

Ask scar how that feels

Money talks n those greedy deals

Daddy problems getting too real

Movie life Netflix film

New flights new arrivals

Waiting on this new revival

Somebody to come and save him Somebody to stand beside him

Holy Ghost and the Holy Bible

Need to plan ahead

Talk a lot but you don't do enough Funny how word spreads

Cuz like Simba didn't need a queen Until everything went to shit

I met my brothers in the summer of 16' and we clicked

Young MJ of the jungle some shots off with a stick

But enough with all this Disney shit

I ain't dissin them I'm just making this

Long wait for the king

Longer road ahead

Dark times and darker dreams keep hanging over my head

But just like Simba Imma young king

Tell them boys to bow down

Go out do my thing, then I come back with a new crown

Bounce back is what I do

I'll take L's but I won't lose

Throw away the loose ends

Come back with a new boo

Fake tools like loose screws

Pocket change like a loose tooth

Never noticed how I felt

Til I scream my feelings in this foam booth

Hungry wolf not a lion, I got the pride and the whole pack

Fuck around and start a riot "are you gonna ride with me til they come back? "

If it's a war I'll go overboard til it's over nah i can't relax

Baby down on all fours and it's not yours

And I need that

Call me Simba (Simba)

King of my own jungle

Get the bag like hella fast swear to god I won't fumble

I'mma villain

Real villain

The illist of my story

You bore me so I pour a cup til it overflows it ain't for me

Long wait for the king

Longer roads ahead

Dark times and darker dreams Keep hanging over my head

But just like Simba I'mma young King

Tell them boys to bow down

Go out and do my own thing then I come back with a new crown