Field Mob - Sick Of Being Lonely (remix) lyrics

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Field Mob - Sick Of Being Lonely (remix) lyrics

(feat. Trina) [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 n***a 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