Appetite

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

1. Wifey home, wedding 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 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
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.

[Chorus:]
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.

Could've picked up the phone
Could've ended up doing wrong
Man I, I was on
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.

2. I'm not trying to be late, rush through security gates
With weather in Atlanta, all out going flights delayed
No rooms left in the Mender Inn, I gotta figure out a play
Sparked up some conversation, she was going the same way.

We started talking business, she handed me a 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.

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 10 in ride.

I can hide, I can lie, lie
But ever since I put that band on my hand
More and more chicks trying to get at me
Then I don't know what to do
Just trying to handle my grown man B I.

Got a girl I don't want to lose, I don't want to lose
Break her heart, I do want to do
I don't want to be that fool, make that move
Bend them a bit, but never break the rules
Bend a bit but never break the rules.

[Coda:]
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 ABP
And some other brother been tossing up your PYT
Get caught slippin', you gon' wish you would've listen to me
Brother, don't feed, feed, feed that appetite.

Usher, Usher, Usher