Appetite

Usher Usher
Yeah man, true story
Real G's with me on this one
(Yeah, yeah, yeah)

Wifey home, wedding band I'm a lucky man (man)
You'd think I'd be satisfied and truthfully yes I am (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 Mac is in my backpack, I'm surfing on the sites
I'm chatting, this ain't cheating, just telling myself a lie (oh)
And it's almost like I'm caught up and living another life
Man, I'm hungry for something, I need to feed this appetite

Tempted I must confess, but I better not make a mess
Better give my girl my best, put my B.S under arrest
'Cause I love my lady
Fellas if ya love your girl, fight that appetite for the ladies, appetite for the ladies
Coulda picked up the phone, could of ended up doing wrong
Man, I miss home, but I ate my dinner at home, 'cause I love my lady
Fellas if ya love your girl, fight that appetite for the ladies, appetite for the ladies

I'm not tryna be late, rush through security gates
With weather in Atlanta, all out goin' flights delayed (oh)
No rooms left in the Mandarin, I gotta figure out a play (play)
Sparked up some conversation, she was going the same way (way)
We started talking business, she handed me a card (card)
We exchanged information, I rented me a car (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

Tempted I must confess, but I better not make a mess (ayy)
Better give my girl my best, put my BS under arrest (hey, 'cause)
'Cause I love my lady
Fellas if ya love your girl, fight that appetite for the ladies, appetite for the ladies
Coulda picked up the phone (hey), could of ended up doing wrong (oh, oh-I)
Man I miss home, but I ate my dinner at home, 'cause I love my lady (I love)
Fellas if ya love your girl, fight that appetite for the ladies, appetite for the ladies

They call me U-S-H-E-R R-A-Y-M-O-N-D
And I just wanna do right by my lady
But lately I been slippin' up, fantasies 'bout dimes on the side
Dark tint on my ride, I gotta 10 in ride, I can hide
I can't lie (lie), but ever since I put that band on my hand
More chicks tryna get at me
Then I know what to do
Just tryna handle my grown man B.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 'em a bit, but never break the rules
Bend a bit but never break the rules (ooh-ooh)

Tempted I must confess ('fess), but I better not make a mess (make a mess)
Better give my girl my best, put my B.S under arrest
'Cause I love my lady
Fellas if ya love your girl, fight that appetite for the ladies, appetite for the ladies (hey, hey)
Coulda picked up the phone, could of ended up doing wrong (oh, oh-oh)
Man I miss home, but I ate my dinner at home, 'cause I love my lady (my lady, yeah yeah)
Fellas if ya love your girl, fight that appetite for the ladies, appetite for the (ooh)

She got the door locked, and the lock don't fit, your key
Yeah, you punchin' up her numbers in the ADT
You'll be wonderin' 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
Yeah, some other brother, been tossin' up your PYT
Get caught slippin' you gone wish you would of listened to me
Brother don't feed, feed, feed, that appetite

Usher, Usher, Usher