Album 'Fanmail' Lyrics

Wuz up yall? This is Left Eye on track. My girl T-boz is over to my
left
and Chili is on my right. We gon teach ya'll how to shout.)
Uh,
Check it out,
Wuz up,
Wuz up
You same damn time every hurt or two
Something can happen to put me in the mood
Keep it inside 'till I turn dark blue
Trash everything I ever gave to you
Wrote it on the front of your Lexus Coupe
Didn't wanna leave you with a lame excuse
Sex so good turns love to abuse
When you wanna leave it's got you in a nuse
Bridge:
It's not just when I'm envy
Sometimes I'm so frustrated
I keep it all in my head
'Till I just can't take it no more
It's not just when I get mad
Sometimes it's 'cause I'm so glad
That you are near me now
I just have to get it out
Chorus:
Shout
You gotta let me get it out
You gotta let it go away
Don't wanna spend another day
I miss I feel like you make me
Shout
You gotta let me get it out
The feeling won't go away
Don't wanna spend another day
I miss I feel like you make me
Shout
Found something in your pocket and I don't know why
I didn't say nothing just sat and cried Tlc - Album 'Fanmail' - http://motolyrics.com/tlc/album-fanmail-lyrics.html
Got me twisted all out inside
Not too long deep for the next ride
Over and over and over again
Instead of lettin' out I always let it in
This is where the confusion ends
'Cause oh don't make me loose again
(Bridge 1x)
(Chorus 1x)
Baby just tell me what you wanna do
I can't help being in love with you
'Cause sometimes I need you to turn me out
'Cause that's what lovin' is all about(2x)
Rap:
Check it out y'all
'Cause only times before my rhymes
But dig into my mind and get crazy out of line
I do my best to never disrespect
My girls in TLC or my
Friends won't let me speak my love and peace
All about in this world full of doubt
Is you down for the count
Do ya'll hope still amount
To the price that we pay
To remain up in this crucial game
Call it a test a game of chess let's play
Me and you one on one breaking the ice
To the water runs down my face like a chase
Now do you hear the guns
Here I come it won't quit until the job is done
Quiet storms will inform you
That I just begun
Up in the spot 'till it's hot
If you want what I got
See me down to the top dot com
And keep it coming with your best shot
And if you short a camelot
Then let's not
(Chorus 2x