- cifra
It's changing all to yellow
And it's carvin a path
So now we're on our way
It's takin us some journeys
While we wipe away frowns
In the most crowded place
Say why you never call me
Man you never seem to call
Now that I'm okay
I'll beat you in the end
And every time you turn around
Here comes the comin of age
Oh she saw my party
She saw my party
I cock and load my mergers
When you question my mood
Cause you ain't got no taste
You talking 'bout my baby
I could flip you upside down
And I could mop this place
Say why you never sorry
No you never seen my calling
Right in front your face
I smoke you in the end
And don't you ever turn around
Cause It's that coming of age
Oh she saw my party
She saw my party
