Wiley feat. Emile Sande — Never Be Your Woman | караоке з текстом пісні

Yo, out every night, I'm in the spotlight. With another girl knowin' that it's not right. Ain't gonna work, stop tryin'. Had enough this time, you're not lyin'. Oh, you're feelin' the pain but you're not cryin'. Can't take me, I'm on another page, but the babes wanna take me home. I was out all night, didn't make it home. That's more lyin'. Pull up in the Aston, get out the car, quick, jump the queue. No hidin', flash. Lettin' everybody know I got cash. Show off, but when dinin', eight diamond rings, they're all shinin'. Bare designers, plus I'm designin'. Block everybody out when I'm writin'. I'm on a hype ting. Leave the country, no warnin'. Come swimmin', women swarmin'. See a new ting, get talkin'. Get acquainted, start walkin'. That's when I start promisin' the world even though I got a woman at home that's past talkin'. I don't wanna get past talkin'. I got a yard but let's go to your crib. Air freshener, Wild Orchid. What would he get if she caught him? He would get a punch in the face like Norbit. Turn around, ignore him. Look away like you never saw him. To hold me down might be awkward, sighted with another woman in Shoreditch. It's my house, I pay the mortgage.