Paint It Blacker Plan B (UK) (Ft. The Rolling Stones)

[Intro: Spoken]
Oi! Oi! What you fucking doing?
That's my car mate
Seriously stop doing that man
Oi! Come on, that's my car bro
Right, give me that fucking can, give me that fucking brush you cunt
Give me that fucking can
Oi! Come back here

[Verse 1: Plan B]
Once upon a time there was a guy called Mick
Who was walking down the street one day and just switched
So many pretty colours made him sick
So he bought a can of paint and a brush to paint blick
All the whips that he passed that were parked on the street
And all the front doors on the yards full of peeps, all the cars and the jeeps
That were black, he leaves
The paint in his can
For the reds and the greens
And the ones in between, like purple and brown
You could paint on them straight, not circle around
He weren't happy till he saw them blacked out
Had a look on his eyes like he was cracked out
Looking macked out with a trench coat and his back slouched
Paint black out, and leave everything as black now
Not leaving even one stone unturned
He remember shit turns black when it burns, so he burns
All the leaves and the trees in the park
That are marked with "I was here and so was Mark" inside a heart
Engraved by kids bunking school in the park, young love
They thought they'd be together for eternity
But the flame went out like these burning trees
That are now the colour Mick wants to see:
Charcoal Black with a capital B