Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Like Smoke, artist - Amy Winehouse.
Date of issue: 31.12.2010
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
Like Smoke |
I never wanted you to be my man |
I just needed company |
Dont want to get dependent on |
Your time or who you spend it on |
But I lose it when you look at me |
Like smoke, I hung around in the unbalance |
Woah, ohhhh! |
Its not a movie, this is not a script or proofread |
Ill spit some untruths to dumb fools and groupies |
Fun to punctuate, pronunciate, the funds I make, the miles I take, |
put in your face |
Oh my mistake, youre not a floosy? |
Then excuse me |
Before I talk, my style introduced me |
Get your name and phone number like 1−2-3 |
Yall know the story, yall 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 ladys interest, I just met |
The love scholar, she the teachers 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 cant stand it |
Im a firm believer that we all meet up in eternity |
Just hope the big man show me some courtesy |
Why? |
Cause Im deemed a heart breaker |
Like smoke, girls lean round a player |
Yeaha |
I never wanted you to be my man |
I just needed company |
Dont want to get dependent on |
Your time or who you spend it on |
I lose it when you look at me |
Like smoke, I hang around in the unbalance |
Woah, ohhhh! |
Yo, this recession is a test |
Its 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 Im IEG |
Those fly suites and my boojwazi |
Tall freak, she wouldnt protest with me at Wall Street |
She says, no youre so deep |
I said, no lets go through it |
Historically so ruthless feds came for Joe Louis |
She said, my man you need to laugh sometimes |
Classifies me as a whore, I tell her have some wine |
You colder than penguin poo, get hurt, dismay |
Shes thinkin thats just so silly to say |
But if you really think about it hussy |
See a penguin, he drags his shit on the ground all day |
And theres a dragon, he’s a busted, you return with |
Im through with you after I crush, so is that humorous enough? |
The smoke I puff |
Tell the car to go to Aura, Funky Buddah, Whisky Mist on Mayfair |
I hope I meet Simonie Love so she can show me love |
NYC to UK I might stay there |
Everybody in the club tonight say, Yeah |
You know how me and Amy are, straight players |
I never wanted you to be my man |
I just needed company |
Dont want to get dependent on |
Your time or who you spend it on |
I lose it when you look at me |
Like smoke, I hang around in the unbalance |
Woah, ohhhh! |
Ohh, ohh, ooooohh, ohh |