it's raining on 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 okay
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
cause 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
cause here's that coming of age
ooh she's at my party
