Usher, Usher, man, true story Real Gs me on this one Yeah, yeah, yeah,
Wifey home, band, Im a lucky man Youd Id be satisfied and truthfully, yes I am But lately, only late at I find it hard to sleep Stay with the part of me that wants to run the streets
My Mac is in my backpack, Im surfing on the Im chatting, this aint cheating, just myself a lie And its like Im caught up and living another life Man, Im hungry for something, I need to this appetite
Tempted I must But I better not make a Better give my girl my Put my B.S. under
I love my lady Fellas if ya your girl Fight that appetite for the for the ladies
Couldve up the phone Couldve ended up doing Man I, I was on But I ate my at home
Cause I love my Fellas if ya your girl Fight that appetite for the for the ladies
Im not trying to be late, rush through security With weather in Atlanta, all out going delayed No rooms left in the Mender Inn, I gotta out a play Sparked up some conversation, she was the same way
We talking business, she handed me a card We exchanged information, I me a car While Im driving she calling, Im thinking is how it starts Fine as hell but I dont wanna my babys heart, no, no
Tempted I confess But I better not make a give my girl my best Put my B.S. under
Cause I my lady Fellas if ya your girl Fight appetite for the ladies Appetite for the
Couldve picked up the Couldve ended up wrong Man I, I was on But I ate my dinner at
Cause I my lady Fellas if ya love girl that appetite for the ladies Appetite for the
They me U S H E R R A Y M O N D And I just wanna do by my lady But lately I slippin up Fantasies bout on the side Dark tint on my ride, I 10 in ride
I can hide, I can lie, lie But ever since I put that band on my More and chicks trying to get at me Then I dont what to do Just trying to handle my man B I
Got a girl I dont want to lose, I dont want to her heart, I do want to do I dont to be that fool, make that move Bend them a bit, but never the rules Bend a bit but never break the
I must confess But I not make a mess Better my girl my best Put my B.S. arrest
Cause I love my Fellas if ya your girl Fight that appetite for the for the ladies
Couldve up the phone ended up doing wrong Man I, I was on But I ate my at home
I love my lady Fellas if ya your girl Fight that for the ladies Appetite for the
She got the door locked and the lock fit your key Yeah, you punching up her in the ADT Youll be wondering how the hell I let happen to me Better not feed, feed, that appetite
Now, babys gone, you putting out an ABP And other brother been tossing up your PYT Get caught slippin, you gon' wish you listen to me Brother, dont feed, feed, feed appetite
Usher, Usher,