Jamie Cullum - Ex Factor / Nice For What lyrics
[Jamie Cullum - Ex Factor / Nice For What lyrics]
It could all be so simple
But, you'd rather make it hard
Loving is you is like a battle
And we both end up with scars
Tell me who I have to be
To get some rest and
’Cause no one loves you more than me
No one ever will
No matter how I think grow
You always seem to let me know
It ain't working, it ain't working
And when i try to walk away
You hide yourself to make me stay
This is crazy, this is crazy
I keep letting you back in
How can I explain myself
As painful as this thing has been
I just can’t be with no one else
You let go and I'll let go too
'Cause no one's hurt me more than you
And no one ever will
No matter how I think grow
You always seem to let me know
It ain't working, it ain't working
And when i try to walk away
You hide yourself to make me stay
This is crazy, this is crazy
Care for me, care for me
I know you care for me
There for me, there for me
Said you'd be there for me
Cry for me, cry for me
You said you'd die for me
Give to me, give to me
Why won’t you live for me?
Care for me, care for me
I know you care for me
There for me, there for me
Said you’d be there for me
Cry for me, cry for me
You said you'd die for me give to me
Everybody get your mothafuckin’ roll on
I know shorty and she doesn't
Want no slow song
Had a man last year, life goes on
Haven't let that thing loose, girl
In so long
You've been inside, know you like to lay low
I’ve been peepin' what you
Bringin' to the table
Workin' hard, girl, everything paid for
First, last phone bill, car note, cable
With your phone out, gotta hit them angles
With your phone out, snappin' like you Fabo
And you showin' off but it's alright
And you showin' off but it's alright
It's a short life, yeah
That's a real one in your reflection
Without a follow, without a mention
You really pipin' up on these niggas
You gotta, be nice for what, to these niggas?
I understand
You got a hunnid bands
You got a baby Benz, you got some bad friends
High school pics, you was even bad then
You ain't stressin' off no lover
In the past tense you already had them
Work at 8 AM, finish 'round five
Hoes talk down, you don't see 'em outside
Yeah, they don't really be the same offline
You know dark days, you know hard times
Doin' overtime for the last month
Saturday, call the girls, get 'em gassed up
Gotta hit the club, gotta make that ass jump
Gotta hit the club like you
Hit them mothafuckin' angles
With your phone out, snappin' like you Fabo
And you showin' off but it's alright
And you showin' off but it's alright
It's a short life
Where were you when I needed you?
Where were you when I needed you?
Where were you when I needed you?
Where were you when I needed you?
But, you'd rather make it hard
Loving is you is like a battle
And we both end up with scars
Tell me who I have to be
To get some rest and
’Cause no one loves you more than me
No one ever will
No matter how I think grow
You always seem to let me know
It ain't working, it ain't working
And when i try to walk away
You hide yourself to make me stay
This is crazy, this is crazy
I keep letting you back in
How can I explain myself
As painful as this thing has been
I just can’t be with no one else
You let go and I'll let go too
'Cause no one's hurt me more than you
And no one ever will
No matter how I think grow
You always seem to let me know
It ain't working, it ain't working
And when i try to walk away
You hide yourself to make me stay
This is crazy, this is crazy
Care for me, care for me
I know you care for me
There for me, there for me
Said you'd be there for me
Cry for me, cry for me
You said you'd die for me
Give to me, give to me
Why won’t you live for me?
Care for me, care for me
I know you care for me
There for me, there for me
Said you’d be there for me
Cry for me, cry for me
You said you'd die for me give to me
Everybody get your mothafuckin’ roll on
I know shorty and she doesn't
Want no slow song
Had a man last year, life goes on
Haven't let that thing loose, girl
In so long
You've been inside, know you like to lay low
I’ve been peepin' what you
Bringin' to the table
Workin' hard, girl, everything paid for
First, last phone bill, car note, cable
With your phone out, gotta hit them angles
With your phone out, snappin' like you Fabo
And you showin' off but it's alright
And you showin' off but it's alright
It's a short life, yeah
That's a real one in your reflection
Without a follow, without a mention
You really pipin' up on these niggas
You gotta, be nice for what, to these niggas?
I understand
You got a hunnid bands
You got a baby Benz, you got some bad friends
High school pics, you was even bad then
You ain't stressin' off no lover
In the past tense you already had them
Work at 8 AM, finish 'round five
Hoes talk down, you don't see 'em outside
Yeah, they don't really be the same offline
You know dark days, you know hard times
Doin' overtime for the last month
Saturday, call the girls, get 'em gassed up
Gotta hit the club, gotta make that ass jump
Gotta hit the club like you
Hit them mothafuckin' angles
With your phone out, snappin' like you Fabo
And you showin' off but it's alright
And you showin' off but it's alright
It's a short life
Where were you when I needed you?
Where were you when I needed you?
Where were you when I needed you?
Where were you when I needed you?