^{Phone Rings} (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 always 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 And 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 always 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 intice 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 the hell with the cash cause that ain't the point We used to sit around and laugh as we 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 always 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 Me corazon Ain't comin' home The sweetest thing I've ever known Turned off her phone Left me alone The pain that cuts down to the bone It can't be fixed Scars don't heal None of these chiks 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 always 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