Teksty piosenek: | A | B | C | D | E | F | G | H | I | J | K | L | M | N | O | P | Q | R | S | T | U | V | W | X | Y | Z | 1 | 2 | 3 | 4 | 5 | 6 | 7 | 8 | 9 |

Tytuł: Sick Of Being Lonely (Remix)

  • Wykonawca: Field Mob
  • Wy¶wietleń: 303
[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
  
  [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 1]
  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 - repeat 2X]
  
  [Verse 2: Trina]
  You can't play the Diamond mommy foolish like Ashanti
  You gotta convince me nigga if you really want me
  Tell me what happened to the Tiffany gifts
  And all the quality time and Caribbean trips
  Now you creep with them freaks every night of the week
  I'll see you 7:45 by the side of ya streets
  I'm sick of bein lonely, I'm ready to creep
  You out trickin with ya homies, I'm hittin the streets
  What
  
  [Chorus]
  
  [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