Lyrics:
Colour Suite

stand and fall on y'all ballin' with my bloods, call it b-ball these days aint sh-t Young Money is I got mars bars three musketeers come through coupe same colour

up here see. They tried to get me in the supermarket store, Bought what I wanted, and they said "buy more." Gallons of crap that nobody really needs, Bright coloured wrappers to suit

frame We can try and disguise Compromise rights And I know what you're thinking We wear the same dress The same colours right Is this what suits our weakened

me & you But he signs in his BMW He's got no bread, that's what Pete said, he can't make ends meet PETER PANICS IN HIS PENTHOUSE SUITE WHAT COLOUR

? And Buddha sits on my shelf Shooting up Edgar Allan Poe And I'll dream in 'Forbidden Colours' Just like Vincent Van Gogh Don't need no suit of amour

ve got it all up here? Tried to get me in the supermarket store, Bought what I wanted, they they said "buy more." Mountains of crap that nobody really needs, Gaily coloured wrappers to suit

"My number is 11, as all their numbers who are of us. The Five Pointed Star, with a circle in the Middle, and the circle is Red. My colour is black to

spinning top twist and spin spin and drop heroin addict girl next door who only made it to the floor lolly-polly poster girl pastel colours suit you

And sometimes they say 'Hey Mark you're spoiling all the paintwork' And sometimes they say 'Your thumbprints are on the paintwork' Distractors, post-doctors behind come in Dressed in suits