Dream Mclean - Not Your Man (Remix) lyrics

[Intro: Thabo] I gave you my everything, guess that didn't mean anything To you, cause I'm not your man All the nights I spent with you not making love, just making do Ooh, I'm not your man [Hook: Thabo] I'm swimming way out of my depth I'm in way over my head I wish she never showed me her bed, bed, bed I wish I could forget [Verse 1: Professor Green] What you take me for? What you take me for? Gave you everything Yet you're still looking at me like I could've gave you more, gave you more? I ain't got anything left to give, somebody better notify my next of kin Cause the stress is k**ing me, either you're feeling me or not Either way I ain't gonna be spending any more money on Tiffany I'm done with that, what do you think I rap for? To buy you a bag? Are you mad? I'm a catch The type of man women normally go mad for Sick of love, sick of you, wish I was but I ain't though Changed like a boy in trance, anything you ask for I can't say no, don't give but you take loads The dinners and taxis, I ain't ever been attracted to anybody as much I am in love with you so madly, ain't ever treated you badly But no matter what I do, you're unhappy Is it cause my dick isn't as big as Dappy's? [Hook] [Verse 2: Dream Mclean] Young n***a flexing, I never learn my lesson No texting, just s**ing, but it's headed the wrong direction She's telling me she needs me more and more Babe I'm not your man, why you getting feelings for me for? I told her "ain't no you and me, ain't no me and you" I ain't with you, I ain't seeing you I just give you a seeing to Oh, I never took you out for dinner, still I Had you on your knees looking like a sinner Don't pray for me, love, just praise the lord That your boyfriend's got the money to pay for these jugs Titties ain't real but they're real big Real sh**, make a broke n***a feel rich Still it's clear that I am [Hook] [Verse 3: Cas] She's rich and I'm common We ain't got much in common She keeps giving me the "come on" She tells her friends I'm a wrong-un We don't speak the same language I might as well be foreign She thinks that she looks like something hanging in the Tate Modern I can't help but look solemn She got me burning plants that come from Holland Stressing on rumours that I've read in the gossip column Tryna be tolerant, chasing her around Like she's got a warrant It's one way it's becoming apparent Or maybe I'm just paro' Told me her dad was a surgeon And she don't need eggs Unless they come from a sturgeon No slag but she's no virgin She been ga**ing me up but Her true character's emerging I knew this weren't love So I'll just keep searching [Outro: Thabo] I wish I could forget Wish I could forget I remember Everything I gave you my everything, guess that didn't mean anything To you