all traces And war shit on all men and races In the city of down and out Money's always gonna equal clouds And you're gonna have to scream and shout Through the city
Like I'm on fire And the entire time you're just laughing at me And snapping at me with your shirt bastard And I still have to get you back for that shit And by
put heads to bed and fled the scene wit all the green Hear shots and si-reens When I feet first they yo' rings, now they my rings So give it up punk and
: Rainbow We're the colours of the rainbow (oh) Rainbow Jessie J He grew up in the city Had a lot of money Sponging off his daddy all the time He lives