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Can't believe it
You know why do I feel like I did something wrong
I'm really about to play myself
But I need to know the truth
It's been five hours since you left here, boy
Said you're round the block, had to make a stop
So I kept your dinner hot, hot, hot
And I've been waiting for you ever since
But it's three in the morning, yeah
'Cause three turns into four and four turns into five
Then six rolls around, whatchu tryna do, baby, make me cry?
I don't know what I did but I know what I'm gonna do
I'm gonna find you
I'm ridin', I'm ridin' past yo' mommaz house
You got me ridin', I'm ridin' past yo' boys' house
You got me ridin', I'm ridin', I'm ridin' tryna find you
Baby, you got me out here lookin' for you, I
I'm ridin', I'm ridin' past that *** house

You got me ridin', I'm ridin' by all yo' ex's house
You got me ridin', I'm ridin', I'm ridin' tryna find you
Baby, you got me out here lookin' for you, I
When you stepped to me, you had nothing
But the shoes on your feet and no place to sleep
So I let you lay yo head on my pillow
You didn't have a dime, so I helped you find your grind
But it's just a waste of time and I played the fool for you
But it's three in the morning, yeah, it is not a weekend, oh
'Cause three turns into four and four turns into five
Then six rolls around, whatchu tryna do, baby, make me cry?
I don't know what I did but I know what I'm gonna do
I'm gonna find you
I'm ridin', I'm ridin' past yo' mommaz house
You got me ridin', I'm ridin' past yo' boys' house
You got me ridin', I'm ridin', I'm ridin' tryna find you
Baby, you got me out here lookin' for you, I
I'm ridin', I'm ridin' past that *** house
You got me ridin', I'm ridin' by all yo' ex's house
You got me ridin', I'm ridin', I'm ridin' tryna find you
Baby, you got me out here lookin' for you, I
I been sippin' on Red Bull so there ain't gon' be no sleep tonight
Not gonna let you go, oh, no, without a fight
See you're the type to make a girl do things she know ain't right
Five gallons of gas and I'm drivin' fast
Where you at, where you at, where you at?
I'm ridin', I'm ridin' past yo' mommaz house
You got me ridin', I'm ridin' past yo' boys' house
You got me ridin', I'm ridin', I'm ridin' tryna find you
Baby, you got me out here lookin' for you, I
I'm ridin', I'm ridin' past that *** house
You got me ridin', I'm ridin' by all yo' ex's house
You got me ridin', I'm ridin', I'm ridin' tryna find you
Baby, you got me out here lookin' for you, I
It's three in the morning, it's four in the morning
It's five in the morning
Where you at, where you at, where you at?
It's three in the morning, it's four in the morning
It's five in the morning
Where you at, where you at, where you at?

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Joseph "Amp" Fiddler, originally a keyboardist from Detroit, is a funk and soul musician who has worked with Enchantment, the Dramatics, George Clinton, Moodyman, Jamiroquai, The Brand New Heavies, Fishbone and Maxwell. Along with his brother, Budz, he realsed the album Mr Fiddler in 1990 on Elektra. His debut solo album Waltz of a Ghetto Fly was released in 2004. The new album'Afro Strut' is the follow up to that record and a sign that his assured and open-minded approach to his own sound has engendered a stylistic leap forward, creating in the process a diverse and ambitious second album.

Read more about Amp Fiddler on Last.fm.


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