You Make Me Sick

They make me sick


I know I feel you, that's why we gotta stick together


Yep Yep Yep [laughs] I know it...



[Chorus:]


You make me sick


I want you and I'm hatin it


Got me lit like a candlestick


Get too hot when you touch the tip, I'm feelin it, I gotta getta grip


And it's drivin me crazy baby don't you quit


Can't get enough of it


You got me goin again


Baby, you got me goin again


You make me sick




He was doing 8-0 on the freeway


In the 6 double O, bumpin Isley


He was gettin kinda close, kinda touch-ay


Cuz he had a little too much Hennessey


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 him, "boo, I don't really know though"


He got closer to me...it started gettin 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


Hell-of-a cool but you men are the same


The way he licked his lips and touched my hips


I knew that he was slick



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In the 6 now, so hot


Gotta pull all the windows down


Eyes lead and I'm thinkin bout the sheets now


Wonderin should I really take it there now


He told me he would make it worth it


Again, how many times have I heard this


Kinda funny, but I wasn't even nervous


Well his slick-ass lines were kinda workin


I felt my knees get weak...his body was callin me


Just couldn't take the heat


Anyway it was 2 or 3, I had to get off the streets


Baby was cool but I knew it was game


Said, he was too schooled to be screamin my name


Even though we made the best of it


I still told him this...



[Repeat Chorus]



[Repeat Chorus 2x]




Can't..no no no


Oh, you make me sick


I want you and I'm hatin it...hatin it...hatin it


Pink You Make Me Sick