Lyrics Professor Green

Professor Green

Not Your Man

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

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

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 killing 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?

Young nigga flexing, I never learn my lesson

No texting, just sexing, 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 shit, make a broke nigga feel rich

Still it's clear that I am

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

Stressin' on rumours that I've read in the gossip column

Tryna be tolerant, chasing her round

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 gassing me up but

Her Jew character's emerging

And who needs one love?

So I'll just keep searching

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