Minggu, 20 November 2011

Amy Winehouse - Like Smoke Lyrics

I never wanted you to be my man
I just need your company
Don’t want to get dependent on
Your time then lose the way you love me
Like smoke, I hung around in the unbalanced
Wooooah, ohh...

Nas*
It’s not a movie, this is not a script or proofread
I’ll spit some untruths to dumb fools and groupies
Fun to punctuate, pronunciate the funds I make
Put in your face...
Oh my mistake, you’re not a floosy? Then excuse me
Before I talk, my style introduced me
Get your name and phone number like 1 2 3
Y’all know the story, y’all know the commentary
I kick the narrative, this is legendary
The good Samaritan, hood thespian
Like a polygamist, with a twist
Will I marry again? Maybe, I guess
I hold a lady’s interest, I just met
The love scholar, she the teacher’s pet
Every other eve we meet and make each other sweat
I feel triumphant, no strings
Just a fling to have fun with
I be out in London, Camden
Huntin’ for the answers
Why did God take away the homie
I can’t stand it...
I’m a firm believer
That we all meet up in eternity
Just hope the big man show me some courtesy
Why...cause I’m deemed a heart breaker
Like smoke, girls lean ’round a player

Nas*
Yo, this recession is a test
It’s affecting my complexion
Misdirection my affection
My concerns are bill collections
The facts is the taxes, they after me
Chapter three, my property
My handlers, they dealt with me improperly
I say some things I should probably keep privately
Evaluate the world bank trusts like I’m IEG
Those fly suites and my boojwazi
Tall freak, she wouldn’t protest
With me at Wall Street
She says, no you’re so deep
I said, no let’s go through it
Historically so ruthless feds came for Joe Louis
She said, my man you need to laugh sometimes
Classify me as a whore, I tell her have some wine
You colder than penguin poo, in her dismay
She’s thinkin’ that’s just so silly to say
But if you really think about it hussy
See a penguin, he drags his s**t
On the ground all day
And there’s a dragon
I’m through with you after I crush
So is that humorous enough
The smoke I puff
Tell the car to go to Aura, Funky Buddah
Whiskey Mist on Mayfair
I hope I meet Monie Love so she can show me love
NYC to UK I might stay there
Everybody in the club tonight say yeahhh...
You know how me and Amy are, straight players

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