Like Smoke
Amy Winehouse
Lioness: Hidden Treasures (2011)

I never wanted you to be my man

I just need your company

Don’t want to get dependent on

Your time then lose the way you love me

Like smoke, I hung around in the unbalanced

Wooooah, ohh


It’s not a movie, this is not a script or proofread

I’ll spit some untruths to dumb fools and groupies

Fun to punctuate, pronunciate the funds I make
? 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 lean ‘round a player

Yeaha

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 boojwazi

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 poo, in her dismay

She’s thinkin’ that’s just so silly to say

But if you really think about it hussy

See a penguin, he drags his shit on the ground all day

And there’s a dragon ?

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 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