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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
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[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
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