It ain't no pot o' gold, it's where the product sold
It's where we lock and load, and and cop that rock then roll
There’s no pot of gold over that rainbow, son.
There certainly is pot being sold there though, and not by a leprechaun… More like guns are being fired and cops are harassing in this fairy tale.
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