Walking Away (Remix) Lyrics


Walking Away (Remix) Lyrics

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 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


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


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


[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


[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



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