Kenny Sharp strips away all pretence with “Amy,” a brutally honest exploration of misplaced trust and shattered respect.
The track weaves personal betrayal into a broader meditation on disappointment within the music industry’s unforgiving landscape.
Sharp described his new single to Neon Music as “a raw and honest look at what happens when someone you admire lets you down,” inspired by a bartender at Alley Taps who served as both muse and the person who ultimately fired him.
This dual role creates the song’s central tension: admiration wrestling with resentment in real time.
The narrative centres on a woman who was “captivating and charming, but also a reminder of how tough the music world can be.”
Sharp’s “Brown Liquor Music” approach (his signature genre-bending sound rooted in Southern traditions) provides the perfect backdrop for this emotional excavation.
The production balances blues, soul, and Americana elements whilst maintaining Sharp’s distinctive vocal delivery that cuts straight to the heart.
Perhaps most intriguingly, Sharp weaves subtle references to Amy Winehouse throughout, “drawing connections between the bartender’s complexity and the late singer’s troubled brilliance.”
“Mascara like cat eyes, got a
Messy bun like a beehive
Dig her style, but her love is a losing game“
This parallel elevates the track beyond personal grievance into something more universal about human frailty and the dangerous allure of damaged charisma.
Sharp’s evolution from conscious rapper to soulful storyteller shows clearly in “Amy’s” sophisticated emotional architecture.
Sharp’s professional experience writing across genres brings polish to deeply personal material, creating what he calls a song “about the hard truths behind the scenes” and “for listeners who appreciate music that’s real, emotional, and unafraid to tell it like it is.”
Kenny Sharp “Amy” Lyrics
[Verse 1]
She curse like an old sea dog
With a tattoo on her left arm
Double Ds on a mermaid wearing no bra
She used to work a bar up in New York, serving
Corner boys and the pool sharks, oh I
Met her out in Music City, crying over Young Dolph
[Chorus 1]
Amy, Amy
Girl, you know you’re no good, know you’re no good
Got me going back to black, our love died, that’s a heart attack
Amy, Amy
What a woman, but you ain’t my lady
In my bed with your F Me Pumps
Love making, love—never loved me once
Amy, Amy
[Post-Chorus 1]
I’m in…
I’m in…
[Verse 2]
Mascara like cat eyes, got a
Messy bun like a beehive
Dig her style, but her love is a losing game
She could middle man for an 8 ball
She would hold court at the strip mall
She wasn’t in it for the money
She wasn’t in it for the fame
[Chorus 2]
Amy, Amy
Girl, you know you’re no good, know you’re no good
Got me going back to black, our love died, that’s a heart attack
Amy, Amy
What a woman, but you ain’t my lady
In my bed with your F Me Pumps
Love making, love—never loved me once
Amy, Amy
[Post-Chorus 2]
I’m in…
I’m in…
I’m in…
I’m in…