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 OK
I’ll beat you in the end and every time you turn around here will come the coming of age
Ooh she saw 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