Yeah, this is Craig David
and this is the Ignorance Remix
Girl you were my everything,
That your friends would sit
fillin' up your head with lies
And for all the things I've done for you,
is that I'm nothing like them other guys
that you and I were made to be
You were the best thing in my life,
I'm tired of all these games
That's the type of shit you know I
Talking all about how I've
You're crazy I'm walking away
I'ma tell you how the story ends
you can have your friends
You were the only one in my life
You were the only one in my dreams
But you let your friends get in between
It's never good to turn and walk away
When you're having troubles
Compromise and discussion's
the only way to make it right
You and I were made to be
You were the best thing in my life,
I'm sorry to take so long,
I'm tired of all these games
While you're blowing up my cell phone
It's the type of s*** you
Talking all about how I've
You're crazy I'm walking away
I'ma tell you how the story ends
you can have your friends
And there's nothing else left to say,
Why you blowin' up my cell phone?
It's a topic that you know
Talkin' all about how I've
You're crazy I'm walkin' away
I'ma tell you how the story ends
you can have your friends
And there's nothing else left to say
From the troubles in my life
Girl, cause you didn't treat me right
I don't care if you got pretty
And I ain't seen a pretty
And your friends seem to think
I'm dealing with any hoes
Just know, you out faster
I mean, nope, VIP just for you and a friend
I mean, nope, C -O -K, no drop E -M
I just kick it to the curb with your old tins
You can run up in the club
as if they're letting you in
Where I be submitting women
to let the sweating begin
I make your friends think,
don't know what you're seeing in him
He said I'm fatter than your father
and he ain't seen the gym
Cause we ain't breakdancing
that young black entrepreneur?
You better fix up or I'm leaving with her
It can ruin some production
Why you blowing up my cell phone?
Talking all about how I be doing it wrong
I'ma tell you how the story ends
you can have your friends
And there's nothin' else left to say,
While you're blowin' up my cell phone
It's the type of s**t you know
Talkin' all about how I've
Tell me, lady I'm walkin' away
I'ma tell you how the story ends
Get me by my car, you your friends
And there's nothing else that I
While you're blowing up my telephone
From the top of the skin to a kickin' door
You can also description. you
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