Wifey home, wedding band I'm
You'd think I'd be satisfied and
But lately, only late at night
Stay struggling with the part of me
that wants to run the streets
My Mac is in my backpack, I'm surfing
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
but I better not make a mess
Better give my girl my best,
Fellas if ya love your girl, fight that 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,
Fellas if ya love your girl, fight that appetite for the ladies,
rush through security gates
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,
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
but I better not make a mess (ayy)
Better give my girl my best,
put my BS under arrest (hey, 'cause)
Fellas if ya love your girl, fight that 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,
And I just wanna do right by my lady
But lately I been slippin' up,
fantasies 'bout dimes on the side
I gotta 10 in ride, I can hide
I can't lie (lie), but ever since I
More chicks tryna get at me
Just tryna handle my grown man B.I
Got a girl, I don't wanna lose,
Break her heart, I don't wanna do,
I don't wanna be that fool
but never break the rules
Bend a bit but never break
Tempted I must confess ('fess), but I better
not make a mess (make a mess)
Better give my girl my best,
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
You'll be wonderin' how the
hell I let this happen to me
Better not feed, feed, feed, that appetite
Yeah, some other brother,
Get caught slippin' you gone wish
you would of listened to me
Brother don't feed, feed,