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Sick of Being Lonely

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[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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