Sick of Being Lonely

(What's goin' on?)
Somethin' so pretty as you at home alone, that's unbelieveable
Put me in the game coach, you can let that lame go
I'm so sick of bein' lon
Sick of bein' lonely
Any other night, you'd be at home waitin' on me, yeah
I never put nuttin' before you

Hmmm, but tonight seem different
Every night while my man goes out with his homies
Every night while my man goes out with his homies

I wanna know how it feels to be loved, be loved
Honey, you lookin' good, and mo' gooder than a plate of neck bones
(What's goin' on?)
Man, it's about this fishy, I'm so confused
Let me lick you on your neck and go down to yo ankles
I wanna know how it feels to be loved, be loved
And when I call her, I keep gettin' the damn voice mail
Any other night, you'd be actin' like a bugaboo, ooh
Put mo' motion in ya ocean from night to mornin'
I'm so sick of bein' lonely

Sick of bein' lonely
Every night while my man goes out with his homies
What's goin' on? Yeah I know I'm wrong
I wanna know how it feels to be loved, be loved

I'm so sick of bein' lonely
I wanna know how it feels to be loved, be loved

Tenderized and yummy, the Energizer bunny can't compete with me
For goin' and comin' home at 'bout four in the mornin'
Sick of being lonely
Every night while my man goes out with his homies
This is a Jazzi Fizle purductshisle my nizzle
You alone call me, I'll be yo replacement
(What's goin' on?)
(What's goin' on?)
That's like eatin' cereal and pickin' a fork over a spoon
Heavy huffin' and puffin', breath stankin' and yawnin'

Every night while my man goes out with his homies
'Cuz I ain't even get shhh
I wanna know how it feels to be loved, be loved
Every night while my man goes out with his homies
Any other night, you'd be callin' me, stallin' me, ha
I wanna know how it feels to be loved, be loved
I wanna know how it feels to be loved, be loved
Hopin' ya home alone like Caulkin
Any other night, I can guarantee a page from you, ooh
From the field to creep wit', when ya guys are dummy
'Cuz I be goin' and goin', growin'
My wife ain't hit me on my pager or cell
I'm so sick of bein' lonely
Every night while my man goes out with his homies
I wanna know how it feels to be loved, be loved
Jazzie Faith, Field Mob, Torika
But I picked the wrong time, and respect will be expected
'Cuz ain't no mo' better, freakier feller
Like when the cow jumped over the moon, now
Ahh, don't finish yo statement

Sick of bein' lonely