Usher...
Usher...
Yeah, man.
True story.
Real G's wit me on this one.
Yeah.
Yeah.
Yeah.
Verse 1:
Wifey home.
Wedding band.
I'm a lucky man.
You would think I'd be satisfied.
And truthfully yes I am.
But lately only late at night I find it hard to sleep.
Stay struggling with the part of me that wants to run the streets.
My mack is in my backpack.
I'm surfing all the sites.
I'm chatting.
This ain't cheating.
Just telling myself a lie.
And it's almost like I'm caught up in living another life.
Man, I'm hungry for something.
I need to feed this appetite.
Chorus:
Tempted, I must confess.
But I better not make a mess.
Better give my girl my best.
Put my b.s. under arrest.
Cuz I love my lady.
Fellas, if you love your girl fight that appetite for the ladies.
Appetite for the ladies.
Could've picked up the phone.
Could've ended up doing wrong.
Man, I almost zoned.
But I ate my dinner at home.
Cuz I love my lady.
Fellas, if you love your girl fight that appetite for the ladies.
Appetite for the ladies.
Verse 2:
I'm not tryna be late.
Rushed through security gates.
With weather in Atlanta.
All outgoing flights delayed.
No rooms left in the Mandarin.
I gotta figure out a play.
Sparked up some conversation.
She was going the same way.
We started talking business.
She handed me her card.
We exchanged information.
I rented me a car.
While I'm driving she calling.
I'm thinking "this is how it starts".
Fine as hell but I don't wanna break my baby's heart.
No, no.
Chorus:
Tempted, I must confess.
But I better not make a mess. (Aye)
Better give my girl my best. (Aye)
Put my b.s. under arrest. (Cuz I love)
Cuz I love my lady.
Fellas, if you love your girl fight that appetite for the ladies.
Appetite for the ladies.
Could've picked up the phone. (Hey)
Could've ended up doing wrong. (Ohh, I)
Man, I almost zoned.
But I ate my dinner at home.
Cuz I love my lady. (I love)
Fellas, if you love your girl fight that appetite for the ladies. (Appetite for the ladies)
Appetite for the ladies.
Bridge :
They call me U...s...her...R...a...y...m...ond.
And I just wanna do right by my lady.
But lately I've been slipping up.
Fantasies 'bout dimes on the side.
Dark tint on my ride.
I got a 10 in my ride.
I can hide.
I, I can lie.
Lie.
But ever since I put that band on my hand.
Chicks tryna get at me.
Then I don't know what to do.
Just tryna handle my grown man B.I.
I got a girl I don't wanna lose.
I don't wanna lose.
Break her heart.
I don't wanna do.
I don't wanna be that fool.
Make that move.
Bend them a bit.
But never break the rules.
Bend a bit.
But never break the rules.
Chorus:
Tempted, I must confess. (Fess)
But I better not make a mess. (Oh, make a mess)
Better give my girl my best.
Put my b.s. under arrest. (Don't get caught up in this b.s.
Cuz I love my lady. (Cuz I love my lady)
Fellas, if you love your girl fight that appetite for the ladies.
Appetite for the ladies. (Hey, hey, hey)
Could've picked up the phone.
Could've ended up doing wrong. (Ohh)
Man, I almost zoned.
But I ate my dinner at home. (Ate my dinner at home)
Cuz I love my lady. (I love my lady)
Fellas, if you love your girl fight that appetite for the ladies. (Yeah, yeah, for the ladies)
Appetite for the ladies. (Ohhh)
She got the door locked.
And the lock don’t fit your key.
Yeah, you punching up her numbers in the ADT.
You’ll be wondering how the hell I let this happen to me?
Better not feed, feed ,feed that appetite.
Now your baby’s gone.
You putting out an APB.
And some other brother been tossing up your PYT.
Get caught slippin'.
You gone wish you would've listened to me.
Brother don’t feed, feed, feed that appetite.
Usher...
Usher...
Usher... |
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