My baby likes to come around
Always playin
Throwin a bone before it hits the ground
Im on it like a watch dog
Cant you see whats goin on . . . woman
Anticipating to be proven wrong . . . Proven wrong (Chorus)
Im in a game I dont wanna be
But something heres got a hold on me
Could let it go and just walk away
She says shes changing. . Im still waiting She used to run with an also ran
All time loser
Not a typical situation you can understand
Dont wanna be the encore
Dont you see whats goin on . . . woman
Hesitatin to right a wrong . . . Right or wrong? (Chorus) She gets me turned around, my baby
Im in the lost and found of crazy
Im losing when Im winning
At the end of the beginning
Always seems to happen on cue
Am I lovin the addiction
Or just part of my affliction
Whats this boy to do? (Chorus)