Sick Of Being Lonely

(álbum: From Tha Roota To Tha Toota - 2002)

[Verse 1]
Little shawty, we used to be on the phone all day
Talking to the sunshine shining on my bald head
Now today seem strange
No call on my celly, no name on my caller ID
Calling you up and ya OGs saying you ain't home
What's really going on? I wanna know
So gimme a call and let's play no games
I'm playing, 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 staring 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 waiting 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 waiting on me, yeah
(What's going on?)
Any other night, you'd be acting like a bugaboo, ooh
(What's going on?)
Any other night, you'd be calling me, stalling me, ha
(What's going on?)
Any other night, I can guarantee a page from you, ooh
(What's going on?)

[Verse 2]
Hmmm, but tonight seem different
Man, it's about this fishy (I'm so confused)
Cuz I ain't even did shhhh
My wife ain't hit me on my pager or cell
And when I CALL HER, I keep getting the damn voice mail
What's going on? Yeah I know I'm wrong
For going and coming home at 'bout four in the morning
Hoping 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 being 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 looking good, and mo' gooder than a plate of Neck Bones
Tenderized and yummy, the Energizer bunny can't compete with me
Cuz I be going and going, rowing
With mo' motion than ya ocean from night to morning
Hit it huffing and puffing, breath stanking and yawning
Something so pretty as you at home alone
That's unbelieveable, like when the cow jumped over the moon
Now, I never put nothing before you
That's like eating cereal, picking a fork over a spoon

[Chorus 2X]