You Ain't Right

(álbum: All For You - 2001)

Good evening, ladies and gentlemen
This one's for the clubs
Yeah, yeah, yeah

Well, I took myself on to the doctor
Wasn't feeling fine
I had a fever 104
Oh, that blew my mind
Must be I had enough
'Bout to explode from the gossip I said
Thought my friend had my back
Just to stab, oh, yeah
Hurts so bad when I talk
Wanna take something, numb the pain
I know it ain't right
Come face to face with her
Gotta tell her how I feel inside

Ooh, hoo, you ain't right
Ooh, hoo, sick and tired
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah

The doctor said he'd give me something
And I'd be alright
I still feel queasy, feel uneasy
No more drugs for me
Friendships I cherish, oh
Let very few in the circle I said
These walls I don't let down
Not very easily
Some friends you grow old with
And they'll be there 'til the very end
I do believe that
But not with her like I thought
Let her in and I'll get stabbed again

Ooh, hoo, you ain't right
Ooh, hoo, sick and tired
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Ooh, hoo, you ain't right
Ooh, hoo, sick and tired
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
This one's for the clubs
Ooh, hoo, you ain't right
Ooh, hoo, sick and tired
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Ooh, hoo, you ain't right
Ooh, hoo, sick and tired
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah