We Don't Rave No More
Chorus:
We dont rave no more
Because the d** and the girls
And the way that they twirl
Issa pain old boy
So we dont rave no more
Verse 1:
Sitting on my jack jones
Supporting my backbone
Leg cross, criss cross
What'd you think of that though?
Put an order in for pizza, (Chicken jalapeño)
No miami to ibiza, (tinie but I been grown)
I'm the pied piper that you paid to see
And there's a lot written about me in the paper see
Now I'm the run around town that people crave to meet
But all the he said she said is dead to me, so we dont rave no more
{CHORUS}
Cause d** and the girls
And the way that they twirl
Issa pain old boy
So we dont rave no more
Verse 2:
Saw them at a party with my mates and
They was well evasive
Never looking me up in my face and
I would holla at em day after
Tell me whats the matter?
Do you wanna take this any farther?
She was like “nah its not that, you got it twisted”
I was caught off guard a little seeing you with all my kindred
But we're cool tho and ill call you when I get home
She never called me when she got home…so we dont rave no more
{CHORUS}
Cause d** and the girls
And the way that they twirl
Issa pain old boy
So we dont rave no more
Verse 3:
Why'd you only call me when you're high though?
Never pick when i phone
Any time you want me's when you sleep with both your eyes closed
Always wearing my clothes, flannels looking nice tho
Wait its been a minute when did you become a spice tho?
She said she was straight right
Shoulda walked away right?
Heard it through the grapevine
Save myself the trouble
Burst the bubble end the day right…?
But I can't help myself
She's got a man
Its contraband
But i'll just help myself
I got a can do attitude
Without the possibility of being rude
I could eat your cake and even have it too
Manna got a sweet tooth, diabetic babe ruth
Knock you out the park oh my gard I need to speak to, someone (f**)?
{CHORUS}
Don't wanna rave no more
Cause the d** and the girls
And the way that they twirl its a pain old boy
So we dont rave no more
Verse 3:
To be honest I'm just tryna get, right with God
But then she calls me up
She wanna, know whats up
Talking about the way she knows the way to get me (off)
Negative 3 degree weather ill be up and OFF
Cuz Imma trek for top
She loves my music
I'm elusive but its gets her (soft)
But now she's, falling in love b
I'm not tryna be in love b but
She's falling humpty dumpty
But I swear down we dont even, we dont even
{CHORUS}
Refrain:
Know it ain't right but we do it anyway
Double cup, blowing up on a natty saturday
Wake up on Domingo, far from a Santo
No more raves no no