Usher, Usher   Yeah man   True story   Real G's with me on this one   Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah      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   Amd 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      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 Mandarin   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      CHORUS      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't 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       CHORUS      She got the door locked   And the lock don't fit your key   Yah 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 APB   And some other brother been tossing up your PYT   Get caught slippin you gone wish you would've listened to me   Brother don't feed feed feed that appetite