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