It's raining an old yellow and it's carving a path So now we're on our way It's taking us on journeys where we wipe away frowns amongst a crowded place So why you never call me no you never seem to call me Now that I'm OK I'll beat you in the end and every time you turn around here will come the coming of age
Ooh she's at my party
My cocky look emerges when you question my moves Because you ain't got no taste You're talking about my baby I could flip you upside down and I could mop this place So why you never saw me, no you never seen my calling right in front your face I'll smoke you in the end and don't you ever turn around Because here's that coming of age
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