Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
USHER
USHER
Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Balewa Muhammad
Balewa Muhammad
Songwriter
Brian Casey
Brian Casey
Songwriter
Ezekiel Lewis
Ezekiel Lewis
Songwriter
Jermaine Dupri Mauldin
Jermaine Dupri Mauldin
Songwriter
Manuel Seal
Manuel Seal
Songwriter
Marcella Araica
Marcella Araica
Songwriter
Nate Hills
Nate Hills
Songwriter
Usher Raymond IV
Usher Raymond IV
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Danja
Danja
Producer
Dave Hyman
Dave Hyman
Recording Engineer
Brian Stanley
Brian Stanley
Recording Engineer
Jeremy Stevenson
Jeremy Stevenson
Recording Engineer
Brian Schunck
Brian Schunck
Assistant Mixing Engineer
Chris Athens
Chris Athens
Mastering Engineer
Marcella Araica
Marcella Araica
Mixing Engineer
Mark Pitts
Mark Pitts
Executive Producer
USHER
USHER
Executive Producer

Songteksten

[Verse 1]
Usher, Usher
Yeah, man, true story
Real Gs with me on this one, yeah, yeah, yeah
[Verse 2]
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
[Verse 3]
My Mac is in my backpack, I'm surfing all the sites
I'm chattin', this ain't cheatin', just telling myself a lie
And it's almost like I'm caught up in livin' another life
Man, I'm hungry for somethin', I need to feed this appetite
[Verse 4]
Tempted, I must confess, but I better not make a mess
Better give my girl my best, put my BS under arrest
'Cause I love my lady
Fellas, if you love your girl, fight that appetite for the ladies
Appetite for the ladies
[Verse 5]
Coulda picked up the phone, could of ended up doin' wrong
Man, I almost owned, but I ate my dinner at home
'Cause I love my lady
Fellas, if you love your girl, fight that appetite for the ladies
Appetite for the ladies
[Verse 6]
I'm not tryna be late, rush through security gates
With weather in Atlanta, all outgoing flights delayed
No rooms left in the Mandarin, I gotta figure out a play
Sparked up some conversation, she was goin' the same way
[Verse 7]
We started talkin' 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
[Verse 8]
Tempted, I must confess, but I better not make a mess
Better give my girl my best, put my BS under arrest
'Cause I love my lady
Fellas, if you love your girl, fight that appetite for the ladies
Appetite for the ladies
[Verse 9]
Coulda picked up the phone, could of ended up doin' wrong
Man, I almost owned, but I ate my dinner at home
'Cause I love my lady
Fellas, if you love your girl, fight that appetite for the ladies
Appetite for the ladies
[Verse 10]
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 got a ten in my vibe, I can hide
I, I can't lie, lie
[Verse 11]
But ever since I put that band on my hand
**** chicks try to get at me than I know what to do
Just trying to handle my grown man B, I
Got a girl I don't wanna lose, I don't wanna lose
[Verse 12]
Break her heart, I don't wanna do
I don't wanna be that fool, make that move
Bend them a bit, but never break the rules
Bend a bit, but never break the rules
[Verse 13]
Tempted, I must confess, but I better not make a mess
Better give my girl my best, put my BS under arrest
'Cause I love my lady
Fellas, if you love your girl, fight that appetite for the ladies
Appetite for the ladies
[Verse 14]
Coulda picked up the phone, could of ended up doin' wrong
Man, I almost owned, but I ate my dinner at home
'Cause I love my lady
Fellas, if you love your girl, fight that appetite for the ladies
Appetite for the ladies
[Verse 15]
She got the door locked, and the lock don't fit your key
Yeah, you punchin' up her numbers in the ADT
You'll be wonderin' how the hell I let this happen to me
Better not feed, feed, feed that appetite
[Verse 16]
Now your baby's gone, you puttin' out an APB
And some other brother been tossin' up your PYT
Get caught slippin', you gon' wish you woulda listened to me
Brother, don't feed, feed, feed that appetite
[Verse 17]
Usher, Usher, Usher
Written by: B. Muhammad, C. Nelson, Danja, Eddie Lewis, N. Hills
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