It Makes Me Ill

I was hanging with the fellas

Saw you with your new boyfriend, it made me jealous

I was hoping that I'd never see you with him

But it's all good, 'cause I'm glad that I met him, heh

'Cause now I know the competition's very slim, to none

And I can tell by looking that he's not, the one

He's not the type you said you liked

His style is wack, clothes are bad

Come on, girl, let him go

I want you back

Call me a hater, if you want to

But I only hate on him 'cause I want you

Say I'm trippin' if you feel like

But you without me ain't right (ain't right)

You can say I'm crazy, if you want to

That's true, I'm crazy 'bout you

You could say I'm breakin' down inside (inside)

'Cause I can't see you with another guy

It makes me ill

To see you give

Love and attention at his will

And you can't imagine how it makes me feel

To see you with him

It makes me ill

To see you give

Love and attention at his will

And you can't imagine how it makes me feel

To see you with him

Girl, I know that we broke up

But that doesn't mean you should give the cold shoulder

'Cause you know that I truly do adore ya

And that other guy can't do nothin' for ya

Uh, see

I can tell that you don't really love, that guy

But there's no need for you to go and waste, your time

I think you know I love ya more

Girl, you gotta let him go

I want you so just give him the boot

Call me a hater, if you want to

But I only hate on him 'cause I want you

You can say I'm trippin' if you feel like

But you without me ain't right (ain't right)

You can say I'm crazy, if you want to

That's true, I'm crazy 'bout you

You could say I'm breakin' down inside (inside)

'Cause I can't see you with another guy

It makes me ill

To see you give

Love and attention at his will

And you can't imagine how it makes me feel

To see you with him

It makes me ill

To see you give

Love and attention at his will

And you can't imagine how it makes me feel

To see you with him

Oh-oh

It makes me ill 'cause you used to be my girl

Used to be (my girl), used to be my girl (yeah)

It makes me ill (ooh) 'cause you used to be my girl (c'mon)

My girl

So baby come back to me (baby)

It makes me ill

To see you give

Love and attention at his will

And you can't imagine how it makes me feel

To see you with him

It makes me ill

To see you give

Love and attention at his will

And you can't imagine how it makes me feel

To see you with him

It makes me ill

To see you give

Love and attention at his will

And you can't imagine how it makes me feel

To see you with him

It makes me ill

To see you give

Love and attention at his will

And you can't imagine how it makes me feel

To see you with him

Oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh, oh

Oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh, oh

Oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh, oh

Oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh, oh

What?! We done and done it again!

Message, oh!

It's gravy baby, aha