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
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
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
wad libs
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
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Artist: Field Mob
Year: 2003
Decade: 00s
Language: en
Word Count: 264