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Craig David F/ Trell Miscellaneous Walking Away (Remix) Yeah, this is Craig David And this the (I-I-I-I-I-I-I-I-I-I-I Ignorants Remix) Ignorants, Craig David, We back Oooh wooooh woooh, yeah c'mon Verse [Verse one] Girl you were my everything but you wouldn't realize That your friends were sittin talking bout me Filling up your head with lies And for all the things I've done for you Only was a pretty size And when you touching to the understanding that I'm nothing like them other guys [Pre-chorus] Girl it's plain to see you are now meant to be You were the best thing in my life, in my life yeah Now it's time to go, sorry to tell you so I'm tired of all the games.. that you play with me [Chorus] I'm walking away Why you blowing up my telephone? It's the type of {bitch} you know that can't get down Checking all the battle that I be giving you on, you crazy I'm walking away I'ma tell you how the story ends Can you buy my car you can have your friends And there's nothing that there's left to say, baby Baby [Verse two] You're the only one in my life You're the only one in my dreams Don't let your friends get in between And now we falling apart at the seams It's never good to turn and walk away When you're having troubles in your life The reminds of the discussions Is the only way to make it right [Pre-chorus] [Chorus] X2 [Verse three] I'm walking away, from all the troubles in my life I'm walking away, girl cus you didn't treat me right I'm walking away, to find somebody new Somebody not like you So don't {fuck} up at it too, cus, yeah baby (Remix) [Trell] I don't care if you got pretty hair and nice clothes And I ain't seen a pretty pair just like those And your friends seam to think I'm dealing with any hoes Cus I'm in the studio or doing to many shows, that's no You out faster than that mood you in I mean NO.. V.I.P just for you and a friend I mean NO.. C.O.K no drop BM I just kick it to the curb wit yo OTM You can run up in the club that's if they lettin you in Or I be in so many women so let the sweating begin I make your friends think; I know what you're seeing in him (He says it fatter then your father then you're seeing in gym) We, hmmm, Craig David and recording and stir How can you knock that young glad cultrepreneur You betta {fuckin} think up some or I'm leaving wit her Ignorants's production at the street-affair And eeeh [Chorus] X3 Why you blowing up my telephone I'm the typa brotha you know that I can get down We out |
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