Amy Winehouse - Like Smoke (Feat. Nas) Lyrics:
[Chorus]
I never wanted you to be my man
I just needed company
Don`t want to get dependent on
Your time or who you spend it on
But you lose it when you love the man
Like smoke, I hung around in the unbalanced
Woah, ohhhh!

[Nas]
It`s not a movie, this is not a script to proofread
I`ll 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, you`re not a floosy? Then excuse me
Before I talk, my style introduced me
Get your name and phone number like 1-2-3
Y`all know the story, y`all 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 lady`s interest, I just met
The love scholar, she the teacher`s 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 can`t stand it
I`m a firm believer that we all meet up in eternity
Just hope the big man show me some courtesy
Why? `Cause I`m deemed a heart breaker
Like smoke, girls linger `round a player
Yeaha

[Chorus]
I never wanted you to be my man
I just needed company
Don`t want to get dependent on
Your time or who you spend it on
But you lose it when you love that man
Like smoke, I hung around in the unbalanced
Woah, ohhhh!


[Nas]
Yo, this recession is a test
It`s 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 I`m IEG
Those fly suites and my bourgeoisie
Tall freak, she wouldn`t protest with me at Wall Street
She says, no you`re so deep
I said, no let`s go through it
Historically so ruthless feds came for Joe Louis
She said, my man you need to laugh sometimes
Classify me as a whore, I tell her have some wine
You colder than penguin pussy, at her dismay
She`s thinkin` that s**t`s so silly to say
But if you really think about it, hussy
See a penguin, he drags his ass on the ground all day
And it`s a drag, and it`s a bust,
You`re in tune with just lust
I`m 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 some Monie 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

Ohh, ohh, ooooohh, ohh

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