Tekst
I was thinking of you holding the flare.
I was thinking of you cause nobody cared
I ran from the house there were flames in the air
I had a dream, it's like you were there
I ratted on you
Sometimes when I hold my head too high
I have to leap back down from the sky
I grabbed the keys, you grabbed the cash
You were always there, cause you cared
I ratted on you
Sometimes when I hold my head too high
I have to look before I land
We left the block, hand in hand
Your clothes, smelled like gasoline
I ratted on you
