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Sick of Being Lonely

by Field Mob

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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 want to 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 want to know how it feels to be loved, be loved Sick of being lonely Every night while my man goes out with his homies I want to know how it feels to be loved, be loved 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?) Hmm, but tonight seem different Man, it's about this fishy (I'm so confused) 'Cause I ain't even get sh, 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] I'm so sick of bein' lon' Ah, 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 'cause 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 'Cause 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 unbelievable, 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: x2]

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