[Intro] Watch & Chain [Dj Scratching] "T.Y.S.O.N" [Dj Scratching] "Real Is Rare" The City of a Thousand Trades, but she’s the only gold I see... [Dj Mix Breakdown] "Let It Go!" [Verse 1] I’m on the 50 bus, she’s in the back of a Bentley I’m counting copper, she got notes stacked up plenty Up in Solihull, where the grass stays green I’m in the Digbeth grime, trying to chase a dream She don’t care about a Rolex, don’t care about no ice She’d trade the Michelin stars for a box of chicken and rice I told her "Babe, I’m broke, just a Rapper, who dreams of the stars." She said "I’d sleep on your floor and watch the Bullring stars" She hates the caviar, prefers the tea at the cafe Wants to burn the trust fund and throw the keys away Her father’s in a suit, my father’s on the line But she’s looking at my soul like it’s a diamond in a mine. [Chorus] [Explosive Chorus] She don't want the gold watch, she don't want the chain She just wants to stand with me out in the Brum rain Give up the high life, the mansions, and the fame Just to hear the crowd scream out my brand name Yeah, she’s the realest, and the real is rare T.Y.S.O.N. – yeah, we’re almost there. [Verse 2] See, Lupe had the lists of the things he’s gotta buy But she’s got a list of things she’s ready to let die The designer handbags, the trips to the South of France She’d rather watch me sweat at a local tavern dance No Selfridges shopping sprees, no valet at the door She’s looking for the peace that she never felt before From the Jewellery Quarter to the heights of the Lickey Hills She says love is the currency that pays all the bills A struggling musician, yeah, that’s my current state But she’s ready to jump the fence and leave the gated estate Forget the polo matches, she’s at the studio session Giving up the privilege just to be my obsession. [Chorus] [Explosive Chorus] She don't want the gold watch, she don't want the chain She just wants to stand with me out in the Brum rain Give up the high life, the mansions, and the fame Just to hear the crowd scream out my brand name Yeah, she’s the realest, and the real is rare T.Y.S.O.N. – yeah, we’re almost there. [Outro] [Spoken] It’s crazy, man. They say money talks, but her heart’s shouting louder. [Dj Scratching] "Real Is Rare" [Dj Scratching] "T.Y.S.O.N" Birmingham’s finest. She’s my gold watch. You know, like that, fam? [Fade Out] [Dj Mix Breakdown] [End]
