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to burn this motherfucker down like I'm Left Eye
Heard my man is cheating with another bitch at my house
Now I'm going to make a scene like Amy Winehouse
the champagne love; word up, we gonna toast

[Amy Winehouse]
I cheated myself
Like I knew I would
I told ya I was troubled
You know that I'm no good
the champagne love; word up, we gonna toast

[Amy Winehouse]
I cheated myself
Like I knew I would
I told ya I was troubled
You know that I'm no good
Amy, please let me explain
I'm only half of what's causin' all your pain
I knew he was your man,
By the gold ring on his hand
Amy, forgive me if
you can suck my dick with Amy Winehouse's teeth
Then I shove 'em in the elevator, take 'em to the top
Stand above 'em,just to cut the fucking cable, let
the parking lot
Said Amy and me we're gonna tie the knot
You're my Bestman
Just wanted you to know that
Just in case 
I don't make it back

Have a beer
Ha ha, you feel that baby?
Yeah, I feel it too.
You know, I'm so glad we could spend this time together
See, I'm not as crazy as you
I hate you, break you, Ivan Drago
I'm rushing to put pellets in your pecan pronto
P! Ain't talking money, we can't convo
You pussy under pressure, pa
I'm limping into heaven while my dick is out
And there's Amy Winehouse sitting on a cloud and drinking stout
But she spits it out the moment I come
You're everything to me
Oh yeah

With every breath that I take
To help forget molley
I know that this love is real
By the way that I feel
(Michael McDonald & Amy Holland)

So easily said in passing
Always followed by some way out
You got me so dizzy
I'm wondering what it's all about
, you know you want me too
Don't try to deny it baby, I'm the only one for you
Damn girl I'm beginning to sprout an Alfalfa
Why should I wash my filthy
you have left all over me.

God dammit Amy.
You'll always remind me of scars on my arms that I know will never fade.
And it's not like it's something I
quite confusin'  Hey Mr. Papuh-mon time to go home / Norman Henny I'm sorry I hurt you  That's all I can say / Henny Who knows this whole episode  Just
Brother, ain't you got no soul? Whoa, oh, oh, oh yeah, you gotta know

Her name was Amy, she was a friend of mine; she wanted to be a rich man's wife
fought niggaz in the industry and kept it cool
You ain't see me running my mouth in no interviews
And you fools on them DVD's waving tools
No that ain't
of my fame
You better stop! Before I lose control
Had enough of you friends & I'm letting you know
I'm Craig David & I'm running the show
And if

Now baby, you know I ain't goin' down
You know, this big road by myself
Now, an if I can't take you
I'm gonna carry somebody else

Because I been
good, I'm no good to anyone after loving you

Your precious love cannot be erased by just another woman with a pretty face
And your memory, you know it
I wanted to end up with more now
I should have just stayed in bed like I know how

So I failed on the DVD
But I still had to get the money
Let me go right along and I'd a do no wrong.
Trees go by me think like I'm a flyin'.
I sing a little song and I have lot of fun.

Then a whistle
If it's just not in the stars, girl
I won't beg you to stay.

And you know I'm gonna make it ‘cause 

Still believe in love.
Hittin switches while I'm throwin up the hood.
I never play the radio,
I buy underground from the mom-n-pappa sto'.
I cruise late night by
Look here, you know what I mean, I done did a lot of
shit in my life, Yo Gotti, street raised street paid...

I'ma sell my dope
If it wasn't for that g no exposure
Concerts autographs she really wouldn't know you

(chorus 2x's)

(Lil Italy)

We were all in the freaknic me