Slicker than your average lyrics

[Intro]

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)

[Verse 1]

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

[Pre-Hook 1]

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?)

[Hook] 4×

Slicker than your average

Tell me what do you want from me

Slicker than your average

So tell me what you want from me

[Verse 2]

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"

[Pre-Hook 2]

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?)

[Hook]

Slicker than your average

Tell me what do you want from me

Slicker than your average

So tell me what you want from me

[Interlude x2]

Everywhere that I go

They keep stopping my flow

[Bridge]

There comes a time

When you've got to take a step to do what's right

(As much as I like

I can't possibly please everyone)

[Rap]

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?

[Hook]

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