You Make Me Sick

*: They make me sick

I know I feel you

That's why we got to stick together

Yep, yep, yep - I know it!

R: You make 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 feeling it, I gotta get a grip on this

Driving me crazy baby don't you quit

Can't get enought of it

You got me going again

Baby you got me going again

You make sick

1. We was on our way home on the freeway

In the six double O bumpin' Isley

He was gettin' kind of close, kind of touchy

Guess he had a little too much Hennesy

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 go I don't really know though

2. He got closer to me

He 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 a cool but you man had the same

The way he licked his lips

And touched my hips I knew that he was slick

R: You make sick...

3. So hot in my six now

So hot, had to roll all the windows down

Isley got me thinking 'bout them sheets now

Wondering should I really take it there now?

He told me you would make it worth it

But thinking how many times have I heard this

Got him feeling but I'm not even nervous

All his slick ass lines were kind of working

4. I felt my knees get weak

But he was calling me

Just couldn't take the heat

Anyway it was two or three

I had to get out the streets

Baby was cool but I knew it was game

He was too smooth to be screaming my name

And even though we made the best of it

I still told him this

R: You make sick...

Hmm... Yeah!

R: You make sick... (2x)

5. I want you and I hate it

Hot when you touch the tip

I'm feeling it

I gotta get a grip of this

Driving me crazy baby don't you quit

Can't no, no, no, no

Oh, you make sick

I want you and I'm hating it