The Clef Truants - Don't Want U No More lyrics

Intro Rap I paid for her cab, and Doner Kebab Winked at another bird to get her mad 'Cos she thinks she's the best, the best I've ever had Demanding my jacket, she's scantily clad "Babes I'm freezing, I think I'm getting a cold, I'm sneezing" Gave her a tissue, "Babes, its season, I brought my jacket for the very same reason" Verse 1 You always wanna make it seem like I'm this real bad guy But tell me baby who's the one that's spreading all the lies You only know to criticise you never sympathise I need somebody who can make a difference in my life Chorus See I don't want you no more, don't come to my door Be begging for more, like some groupie yo Who needs desperate dough, and won't let me go Cos I and I know, she's digging for gold Don't want you no more, don't come to my door Be begging for more, like some groupie yo Who needs desperate dough, and won't let me go Cos I and I know, she's digging for gold Uh-oh-oh-oh, (Uh-oh-oh-oh), Uh-oh-oh-oh, (Uh-oh-oh-oh), Uh-oh-oh-oh, (Uh-oh-oh-oh), Uh-oh-oh-oh, (Uh-oh-oh-oh), Uh-oh-oh-oh, (Uh-oh-oh-oh), Uh-oh-oh-oh, (Uh-oh-oh-oh), Uh-oh-oh-oh, (Uh-oh-oh-oh), Uh-oh-oh-oh, (Uh-oh-oh-oh), Verse 2 When we first started dating she was special in my life She always knew just what to say when things weren't going right I always loved those Friday nights when we would play those games But now it seems like money, is her one and only aim Chorus See I don't want you no more, don't come to my door Be begging for more, like some groupie yo Who needs desperate dough, and won't let me go Cos I and I know, she's digging for gold Don't want you no more, don't come to my door Be begging for more, like some groupie yo Who needs desperate dough, and won't let me go Cos I and I know, she's digging for gold Rap Abrupt change like metamorphosis Remained courtly, courtliest of the heartiest Changed gears in the fast lane Mirrored T-Pain, sprung, sang for love in vain The bane of my existence, held your glock to my love We grew distant This was meant to be far more than the praise of material things Babylonian girls, ain't fit for kings Uh-oh-oh-oh, (Uh-oh-oh-oh), Uh-oh-oh-oh, (Uh-oh-oh-oh), Uh-oh-oh-oh, (Uh-oh-oh-oh), Uh-oh-oh-oh, (Uh-oh-oh-oh), Uh-oh-oh-oh-oh, (Uh-oh-oh-oh-oh), Uh-oh-oh-oh-oh, (Uh-oh-oh-oh-oh), Uh-oh-oh-oh-oh, (Uh-oh-oh-oh-oh), Uh-oh-oh-oh-oh, (Uh-oh-oh-oh-oh), Ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh, Ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh, Ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh, Ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh, Chorus See I don't want you no more, don't come to my door Be begging for more, like some groupie yo Who needs desperate dough, and won't let me go Cos I and I know, she's digging for gold Don't want you no more, don't come to my door Be begging for more, like some groupie yo Who needs desperate dough, and won't let me go Cos I and I know, she's digging for gold Outro See I don't want you no more, no more, no more, You better walk out the door, walk out the door, Cos I can't take this no more, no more, no more, Our time has gone, must move on, we must move on,