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
Cause 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, it's 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

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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

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Ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh,
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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,