Представляем точный текст композиции "Sick Of Being Lonely" и глубже погружаем в смыслы творчества артиста Field Mob . Эта интерпретация слов песни помогает лучше понять смысл заложенный в композицию. Лирика «Sick Of Being Lonely» — это не просто строчки, а история, которую Field Mob передаёт через ритм и интонации. Изучайте переводы, оригинальные версии и толкования, чтобы раскрыть все грани этого трека.
Field Mob - "Sick Of Being Lonely"
Lyrics to 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 aint home Whats really goin on' I wanna know So gimme a call and lets play no games Im playin, you want the plane Dont 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 aint 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 wasnt home Baby girl when you get this message, gimme a call Ill be waitin at home [Chorus] Im 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, youd be at home waitin on me, yeah (Whats goin on') Any other night, youd be actin like a bugaboo, ooh (Whats goin on') Any other night, youd be callin me, stallin me, ha (Whats goin on') Any other night, I can guarantee a page from you, ooh (Whats goin on') [Verse 2] Hmmm, but tonight seem different Man, its about this fishy (Im so confused) Cuz I aint even get shhhh My wife aint hit me on my pager or cell And when I CALL HER, I keep gettin the damn voice mail Whats goin on' Yeah I know Im 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] Im so sick of bein lon- AHH, dont finish yo statement You alone call me, Ill 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 aint 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 cant 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 Thats unbelieveable, like when the cow jumped over the moon Now, I never put nothin before you Thats like eatin cereal, pickin a fork over a spoon [Chorus 2X] [ Sick Of Being Lonely Lyrics ]
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