Yo Craig (yeah)
There’s some real jealous people
out there right (uh huh)
Trying to say how you’re wack (what)
And your music's soft (what)
And you ain’t got nothing to say (what)
Well its album number two right (yeah)
So you gotta let 'em know (that’s right)
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
They said I wasn’t from the streets
When I was working behind the scenes
sh**s like this don’t happen over night no no
Now they’re telling me 'bout 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…Craig
Slicker than your average
Tell me what do you want from me (x4)
Some people say it’s been too long
That’s why I’m here to prove them all wrong
So why do imitators wanna bite my style? eh?
(ladies and gentlemen would 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
Now they’re telling me that I’m too R&B
How I turned my back on 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…Craig
Chorus (x4)
Everywhere that I go
They keep stopping my flow (x2)
There comes a time
When you gotta take a stand to do what’s right
(as much as I like, I can’t possibly please everyone)
ooh...
Slicker than your average Singer serving garage
Busy trying to slam me 'cos I smashed it
What they don’t understand is
I’m getting them established
By taking British music to the masses
Now 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 to go gold to me’s a minimal
I’m involved in them platinum plaques & records sold
Heaven knows that I’ve battled producer with egos
& there were those that were told exactly where to go
Somebody please stop these little kids
That wanna pull bumpers off my 206
Shouting outside of the block I used to live
That they don’t like my records so why listen to this
(cos I’m slicker)
Chorus (x4)
(everywhere that i go)
They be telling me that i can't rock the shows
(they keep stopping my flow)
creeping, scheming & screaming trying to mess up my flow
(everywhere that i go)
I wanna tell the world & let them know
(they keep stopping my flow)
So tell me what you want from me oh...
(everywhere that i go)
(they keep stopping my flow)
(everywhere that i go)
(they keep stopping my flow)