You Make Me Sick
(A. President/B. Dimilo/M. Tabb)
CHORUS
You make me sick
I want you and I'm hatin' it
Got me lit like a candle stick
Get too hot when you touch the tip
I'm feeling it I gotta get a grip and
It's driving me crazy baby don't you quit
Can't get enough of it
You got me going again
Baby you got me going again
You make me sick
We were doing eight 0 on the freeway
In the six double 0 bumpin' Isley
He was getting kinda close kinda touchy
Guess he had a little too much Hennessy
He told me that he wanna go home
With me up on the hill to my condo
Told me he would keep it all on the low-low
But I told me boo I don't really know though
He got closer to me
It started getting deep
He had me in a zone
When he started to show me things
I never saw before
Baby was smooth but I knew it was game
Helluva cool but you men are the same
The way he licked his lips and touched my hips
I knew that he was slick
REPEAT CHORUS
In the six now
So hot had to roll all the windows down
Isley had me thinkin' 'bout them sheets now
Wonderin' should I really take it there now
He told me he would make it worth it
I'm thinkin' how many times have I heard this
Kinda funny but I wasn't even nervous
All his slick ass lines was kinda workin', workin'
I felt my knees get weak
His body was calling me
Just couldn't take the heat
Anyway it was two or three had to get
Out the streets
Baby was cool but I knew it was game
Said he was too smooth to be screamin' my name
But even though we made the best of it
I still told him this
REPEAT CHORUS TO FADE
