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Field Mob - "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]
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