Field Mob

Field Mob - Sick Of Being Lonely lyrics

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 [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 ain't home

What's really goin' on? I wanna 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 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, 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 2]

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 w/ad libs]



[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



[Chorus 2X]

                      
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