Appetite chords and lyrics - USHER

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[Verse 1]
[Am]Usher Usher
Yeah man, true [F]story
Real G's with me on this
one

[Verse 2]
(Yeah, yeah, yeah)
[Am]Wifey home, wedding band I'm
a lucky man (man)
You'd think I'd be satisfied and
truthfully yes I am (am)
But lately, [F]only late at night
I find it hard to sleep
Stay struggling with the part of me
that wants to run the streets
My [Am]Mac is in my backpack, I'm surfing
on the sites
I'm chatting, this ain't cheating,
just telling myself a lie (oh)
And [F]it's almost like I'm caught
up and living another life
Man, I'm hungry for something,
I need to feed this appetite

[Verse 3]
Temp[Am]ted I must confess,
but I better not make a mess
Better give my girl my best,
put my B.S under arrest
'Cause I [F]love my lady
Fellas if ya love your girl, fight that appetite for the ladies,
appetite for the ladies
[Am]Coulda picked up the phone,
could of ended up doing wrong
Man, I miss home, but I ate my dinner at home,
'cause I [F]love my lady
Fellas if ya love your girl, fight that appetite for the ladies,
appetite for [G]the ladies

[Verse 4]
[Am]I'm not tryna be late,
rush through security gates
With weather in Atlanta,
all out goin' flights delayed (oh)
No rooms left [F]in the Mandarin,
I gotta figure out a play (play)
Sparked up some conversation,
she was going the same way (way)
We [Am]started talking business,
she handed me a card (card)
We exchanged information,
I rented me a car (car)
While I'm driving, [F]she calling,
I'm thinking this is how it starts
Fine as hell but I don't wanna
break my baby's heart, no [Am]no
[F]Temp

[Verse 5]
[Am]ted I must confess,
but I better not make a mess (ayy)
Better give my girl my best,
put my BS under arrest (hey, 'cause)
'Cause I [F]love my lady
Fellas if ya love your girl, fight that appetite for the ladies,
appetite for the ladies
[G]Cou[Am]lda picked up the phone (hey), could
of ended up doing wrong (oh, oh- I)
Man I miss home, but I ate my dinner at home,
'cause I [F]love my lady (I love)
Fellas if ya love your girl, fight that appetite for the ladies,
appetite for the ladies
[G]They call me U- S-

[Verse 6]
[Am]H- E- R
R- A- Y- M- O- N- D
And I just wanna do right by my lady
But lately I been [F]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 [Am]band on my hand
More chicks tryna get at me
Then I know what to do
Just tryna handle my grown man B.I
Got a girl, I don't wanna lose,
I don't wanna [F]lose
Break her heart, I don't wanna do,
I don't wanna be that fool
Make that move
Bend 'em a bit,
but never break the rules
Bend a bit but never break

[Verse 7]
the rules (ooh- ooh)
[Am]Tempted I must confess ('fess), but I better
not make a mess (make a mess)
Better give my girl my best,
put my B.S under arrest
'Cause I [F]love my lady
Fellas if ya love your girl, fight that appetite for the ladies,
appetite for the [G]ladies (hey, hey)
[Am]Coulda picked up the phone,
could of ended up doing wrong (oh, oh- oh)
Man I miss home, but I ate my dinner at home,
'cause I [F]love my lady (my lady, yeah yeah)
Fellas if ya love your girl, fight that appetite for the ladies,
appetite for the (ooh) She [G]got the [Dm]door locked, and the lock don't [F]fit, [Am]your key
Yeah, you [G]punchin' up her
number[F]s in the ADT
You'll be [Dm]wonderin' how the
hell I let this [Am]happen to me
Better not [G]feed, feed, [F]feed, that appetite
Now [Dm]your baby's gone,
you putting out [F]an [Am]APB
Yeah, some oth[G]er brother,
been tossin' [F]up your PYT
Get caught slippin' you [Dm]gone wish
you would of [Am]listened to me
Brother don't [G]feed, feed,
[F]feed, that appetite
[Dm]

[Verse 8]
[Am]Usher, Usher,
[G]Ush[F]er[Dm][F]
[Am]

[Outro 1]
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