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Lyric Sick Of Being Lonely


[Verse 1]
Little shawty, we used to be on the phone all day
Talkin to the sunshine shinin on my bald head
Now today seem strange
No call on my celly, no name on my caller ID
Callin you up and ya OGs sayin you ain t home
What s really goin on? I wanna know
So gimme a call and let s play no games
I m playin , you want the plane
Don t point a finger over herre
I bought you a fur coat for your birthday
And this the things I get shorty?
Over there you starin mad
That I went out with them other chicks
I told you they ain t shit!
They were just some buddies from high school that I went to
Where my old homies wanted me to kick it to em
But I called you up but you wasn t home
Baby girl when you get this message, gimme a call
I ll be waitin at home

[Chorus]
I m so sick of being lonely
Every night while my man goes out with his homies
I wanna know how it feels to be loved, be loved
Sick of being lonely
Every night while my man goes out with his homies
I wanna know how it feels to be loved, be loved

[Interlude (sung)]
Any other night, you d be at home waitin on me, yeah
(What s goin on?)
Any other night, you d be actin like a bugaboo, ooh
(What s goin on?)
Any other night, you d be callin me, stallin me, ha
(What s goin on?)
Any other night, I can guarantee a page from you, ooh
(What s goin on?)

[Verse 2]
Hmmm, but tonight seem different
Man, it s about this fishy (I m so confused)
Cuz I ain t even get shhhh
My wife ain t hit me on my pager or cell
And when I CALL HER, I keep gettin the damn voice mail
What s goin on? Yeah I know I m wrong
For goin and comin home at bout four in the mornin
Hopin ya "Home Alone" like Caulkin
But I picked the wrong time, and respect will be expected

[Chorus w/ad libs]

[Verse 3]
I m so sick of bein lon-
AHH, don t finish yo statement
You alone call me, I ll be yo replacement
Put me in the game coach, you can let that lame go
Let me lick you on your neck and go down to yo ankles
Cuz ain t no mo better, freakier feller
From the Field to creep wit , when ya guys are dummy
Honey you lookin good, and mo gooder than a late of neck bones
Tenderized and yummy, the Energizer bunny can t compete with me
Cuz I be goin and goin , rowin
With mo motion than ya ocean from night to mornin
Hit it huffin and puffin , breath stankin and yawnin
Something so pretty as you at home alone
That s unbelieveable, like when the cow jumped over the moon
Now, I never put nothin before you
That s like eatin cereal, pickin a fork over a spoon

[Chorus 2X]
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