Slicker Than Your Average

[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] 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 [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] [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 IT 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] [Interlude]