Walking Away (Ignorants Remix) Lyrics by Craig David

Walking Away (Ignorants Remix)

[feat. Trell]
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
You only wanna criticize
And what you don't seem to understand is that
I'm nothing like them other guys
[Pre-chorus]
Girl it's plain to see you and I are meant to be
You were the best thing in my life, in my life yeah
And now it's time to go, sorry to tell you so
I'm tired of all these games.. that you play with me
[Chorus]
I'm walking away
Why you blowing up my telephone?
It's the type of {shit} you know I can't condone
Checkin all about how I've been doin you wrong, you crazy
I'm walking away
Gonna tell you how the story ends
Give me back my car and 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
But you 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
Compromise and discussion
Is the only way to make it right
[Pre-chorus]
[Chorus X2]
[Verse three]
I'm walking away, from 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
Not with your fucked up attitude, girl, yeah baby
[Remix]
[Trell]
I don't care if you got pretty hair and nice toes
And I ain't seen a pretty pair just like those
And your friends seem to think I'm dealing with any hoes
Cus I'm in the studio or doing too many shows, just know
You out faster than that mood you in
I mean nope.. V.I.P just for you and a friend
I mean nope.. C.O.K no drop BM
I just kick you to the curb wit yo OTM
You go run up in the clubs thats if they lettin you in
Or I be in so many women so let the sweating begin
You make your friends think; don't 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 a stir
How could you knock that young black entrepeneur
You betta fess up or I'm leaving wit her
Ignorants in production don't you know the street prefer
And ummm
[Chorus x3]
Why you blowing up my telephone
That's the type of {shit} you know I can't condone
We out