| Don’t be surprised, when you see me 'round town |
| Walking around, with my head hung down |
| I’m so lonely, I’m so lonely |
| And don’t be surprised, if you see me on the train |
| Like a homeless man, who’s lost his way |
| I’m so lonely, I’m so lonely |
| On this cold pavement, I feel like laying |
| In the middle of the street, and just saying |
| I can’t take it, I won’t make it |
| Too much weight on my shoulders, and my kids are getting older |
| For so long, I’ve been so strong |
| I’ve been crying all week since you’ve been gone |
| And as the tears roll out my eyes |
| Another happy young couples walks by |
| Someone been sleeping in my bed, eating my food |
| Using my soap, laying up in my pool |
| Walking around in his boxers, like every thing’s cool |
| Gassing my chick for the whip, dropping her off at school |
| Under my covers and changing my channels |
| Playing my CD’s in my robes, another man’s burning my candles |
| My cologne’s half way gone, a fake don, my wiz fell for |
| Now she strolls the park under his arm |
| This is my fault, I’ve never thought I’d see this coming |
| From the outside bugging, with crazy knots in my stomach |
| Say what goes around, comes around, now I know it now |
| Now I’m the fool looking in while it’s going down |
| If somebody would of told me, I might be lonely |
| Now it’s on me, baby call me please |
| Now he’s getting all my kisses, stroking my loving |
| That 'posed to be me, but I was too stupid and stubborn |
| Like a piece of rope, I let it go, my mother said it so |
| You better straighten up, don’t act like you didn’t know |
| Her birthday came, heard she was hugged up, wearing his chain |
| Play in the sky box, at some bullshit Knick game |
| My son said, daddy, he like his eggs well done |
| And he kinda cool, mommy happy, I can’t front |
| He take us on trips and clothes shopping, most of the time |
| We watch flicks on your surround sound, he watch boxing |
| You better go beg or something, before she go love him |
| He’s taking your spot, cuz you was dissing mommy, you bugging |
| They don’t argue, he sent her flowers for no reason |
| She’s cheesing, I’m wishing you could come back and see this |