Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Sleepin' Alone, artist - Everlast. Date of issue: 31.12.2003
Song language: English
Sleepin' Alone |
| Hello? |
| Hey, is she home yet? |
| No, she’s not home yet |
| All right, thanks |
| Try to get you on the phone |
| But your mother says you’re gone |
| And you ain’t coming home |
| Girl, I’m sleeping alone |
| Try to get you on the line |
| And ask you to be mine |
| But you’re so hard to find |
| Girl, I’m sleeping alone |
| Baby girl, she makes the good motion |
| Make no mistake, she’s deep as the ocean |
| Jake never sleeps in the heart of the city |
| And God’ll never make another woman this pretty |
| And I can never guess why she even messed wit' me |
| Word to P. Diddy, I treated her shitty |
| I’m sick of cliches like opposites attract |
| When they drop the drum track, screaming, «Baby, come back» |
| Reality bites like pit bull fights |
| I jump outta bed and throw on my lights |
| Your clothes are all gone and you ain’t there |
| Your makeup drawer is empty |
| I found an old picture of you washing your hair |
| And now we ain’t even friendly |
| Try to get you on the phone |
| But your mother says you’re gone |
| And you ain’t coming home |
| Girl, I’m sleeping alone |
| Try to get you on the line |
| And beg you to be mine |
| But you’re so hard to find |
| Girl, I’m sleeping alone |
| Ain’t too many kids that bang like this shorty |
| She’ll sip champagne, she’ll come drink a forty |
| Got a smell that entice, dress kinda sporty |
| In public she’s nice, in private she’s naughty |
| I had every man’s dream in the palm of my hand |
| And fucked it all up like the Taliban |
| She left town with my ring and wrecked all our plans |
| And I don’t even care about the fifty grand |
| Man, to hell with the cash 'cause that ain’t the point |
| We used to sit around and laugh after smokin' the joint |
| We used to watch TV and eat chicken wings |
| We had tickle fights, we did the wild things |
| Now I’m all alone up in my room |
| This house is feelin' empty |
| We used to talk about being bride and groom |
| And now we ain’t even friendly |
| Try to get you on the phone |
| But your mother says you’re gone |
| And you ain’t coming home |
| Girl, I’m sleeping alone |
| Try to get you on the line |
| And beg you to be mine |
| But you’re so hard to find |
| Girl, I’m sleeping alone |
| I’m sorry, I’m sorry, I’m sorry |
| I’m sorry, I’m sorry, I’m sorry, sorry |
| I’m sorry, sorry, I’m sorry, sorry |
| Me corazon ain’t comin' home |
| The sweetest thing I’ve ever known |
| Turned off her phone, left me alone |
| With pain that cuts down to the bone |
| It can’t be fixed, scars don’t heal |
| None of these chicks out here is real |
| Some of these chicks got sex appeal |
| But their souls all come up empty |
| Put me in the mix, girl, what’s the deal? |
| All I’m trying to be is friendly |
| Try to get you on the phone |
| But your mother says you’re gone |
| And you ain’t coming home |
| Girl, I’m sleeping alone |
| Try to get you on the line |
| And beg you to be mine |
| But you’re so hard to find |
| Girl, I’m sleeping alone |
| I’m sorry, I’m sorry, I’m sorry |
| I’m sorry, I’m sorry, I’m sorry, sorry |
| I’m sorry, sorry, I’m sorry, sorry |
| I’m sorry, I’m sorry, I’m sorry |
| I’m sorry, I’m sorry, I’m sorry, sorry |
| I’m sorry, sorry, I’m sorry, sorry |