Yo Craig
There's some real jealous people out there right
Trying to say how you're whack and your music's soft and you ain't got Nothing to say
Well it's album #2, right?
So you gotta let 'em know
So do your thing, take your time, speak your mind (listen)
Ever since I first stepped up
They thought I wasn't good enough, no
They told me that I'd only last one song
(That's foolish man — what's it like now? 7 million albums?)
They said I wasn't from the streets
When I was working behind the scenes
Shit like this don't happen overnight, no no
While they're tellin' me
About my imagery
How I'm so squeaky clean, whenever I'm on tv
Too much jealousy
In the industry
(Why are you watching me when you should just let me be?)
Slicker than your average
Tell me what do you want from me
Slicker than your average
Tell me what do you want from me
Slicker than your average, hey
Tell me what do you want from me
Slicker than your average
So tell me what you want from me
Some people say it's been too long
That's why I'm here to prove them all wrong
So why do imitators want to bite my style?
(Ladies and gentlemen, will the real Craig David please stand up?)
You never had a problem at all
When I was having woman trouble
Somebody fill me in; didn't I serve my time?
Remember who gave you «Rewind»
While they're telling me
That I'm too R&B
(How I turned right back up the whole U.K. garage scene)
Now they're stressing me
When I know there's much more to see
(Why are you watching me when you should just let me be?)
Everywhere that I go
They keep stopping my flow
There comes a time
When you've got to take a step to do what's right
(As much as I like
IT can't possibly please everyone)
Slicker than your average, singer serving garage
Busy trying to slam me cause I smashed it
Well they don't understand us, I'm hitting, I'm established
By taking British music to the masses
The gold diggers go bananas
The same ones that didn't show me no love when I was cashless
In the day when it really mattered
When I was penning competition no publishing hits for damage
Now the gold go to me, so minimal
I'm involved in the platinum plaques and records sold
Heaven knows that I've battle producer with ego
And there were those that were told exactly where to go
Somebody please stop these little kids
They want to pull bumpers off my 2-0-6
Shouting outside of the block I used to live
They don't like my records, so why listen to this?