Usher
Appetite
Usher, Usher
Yeah man
True story
Real G's wit me on this one
Yeah, Yeah, Yeah
Verse 1
Wifey home, weddin band
I'm a lucky man
You'd think I'd be satisfied
And truthfully yes I am
But lately, only late at night
I find it hard to sleep
Stay strugglin with the part of me
That wants to run the streets
My Mac is in my backpack
I'm surfin on the sites
I'm chattin, this ain't cheatin
Just tellin myself a lie
And its almost like I'm caught up
In livin another life
Man I'm hungry for somethin
I need to feed this appetite
Chorus
Tempted I must confess
But I betta not make a mess
Betta give my girl my best
Put my BS under arrest
Cuz I love my lady
Fellas if you love your girl
Fight that appetite for the ladies, appetite for the ladies
Could'a picked up at home
Could'a ended up doin wrong
Man I miss home, 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
Rush through security gates
With weather in Atlanta
All out-goin lights delayed
No rooms left in the Mender Inn
I gotta figure out a play
Spraked up some conversation
She was goin the same way
We started talkin business
She handed me a card
We exchanged information
I rented me a car
While I'm drivin she callin
I'm thinkin this is how it starts
Fine as hell but I don't wanna break my baby's heart (No Noo)
Chorus
Tempted I must confess
But I betta not make a mess
Betta give my girl my best
Put my BS under arrest
Cuz I love my lady
Fellas if you love your girl
Fight that appetite for the ladies, appetite for the ladies
Could'a picked up at home
Could'a ended up doin wrong
Man I miss home, 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 3
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 ten im my ride
I can hide, I-I can lie, lie
But ever since I put that band on my hand
More chicks try to get at me then I know what to do
Just tryna handle my grown man b-i
Gotta 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 them a bit but never break the rules
Chorus
Tempted I must confess
But I betta not make a mess
Betta give my girl my best
Put my BS under arrest
Cuz I love my lady
Fellas if you love your girl
Fight that appetite for the ladies, appetite for the ladies
Could'a picked up at home
Could'a ended up doin wrong
Man I miss home, 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
She got the door locked and the lock don't fit your key
Yeah you punchin up wrong numbers in the ADT
You be wonderin how the hell I let this happen to me
Better not feed, feed, feed that appetite
Now yo baby's gone, you puttin out an APB
Yeah some other brother's been tossin up yo PYT
Get caught slippin you gone wish you would'a listen to me
Brother don't feed, feed, feed that appetite