Instrumente
Ensemblen
Oper
Komponisten
Performers

Songtexte: Tank. I Deserve.

Ooh, yeah, yeah, well, well, well
Do you mind if I tell the truth for a second ya'll?

Maybe I deserve to wonder, who calling so damn late
For you to say I'm trippin, it's just a homie from upstate
Said it's just a homie
Don't he know it's 1:00 in the morning?
You say it's cool, baby, it's cool

Baby I deserve for you to say he's coming into town
He wants to see you and he's just wondering if you and him can hang out
I don't like it but I know, I gotta trust you
It ain't cool 'cause I know, it's true

Maybe I deserve for you to go out and find some other guy
Maybe I deserve for you to stay out with him all night
Maybe I deserve for you to do all the things I did to you
Maybe I deserve, oh yeah, maybe I deserve

Maybe I deserve for you to go out and find some other guy
Maybe I deserve for you to stay out with him all night
Maybe I deserve for you to do all the things I did to you
Maybe I deserve, oh yeah, maybe I deserve

For you to put on a sexy dress
For me to ask you, who the hell you trying to impress?
For you to laugh it off like it ain't nothing
I know it's something maybe just maybe

To sit a home and wonder where you are
Is he kissing you touching you holding you what?
Take a drink and help ease my mind
I wanna be mad after all those times

Maybe I deserve for you to go out and find some other guy
Maybe I deserve for you to stay out with him all night
Maybe I deserve for you to do all the things I did to you
Maybe I deserve, oh yeah, maybe I deserve

Maybe I deserve for you to go out and find some other guy
Maybe I deserve for you to stay out with him all night
Maybe I deserve for you to do all the things I did to you
Maybe I deserve, oh yeah, maybe I deserve

For me to ask you, where you been?
For you to say, I better stop tripping
To grab your neck until you let me know
For you to run crying, crying out the door

To grab my coat and chase you down the street
To say it ain't you, it's my own insecurity
For you to say yes, I cheated on you
I wont care 'cause after all I put you through I deserve

I deserve yeah, yeah, yeah, to be mistreated sometimes
To even be lied to sometimes, maybe you should go cheat on me

Maybe I should sit and wait by the phone
'Cause I paged you about three or four times
Girl I know, girl I know, I then put you through
I then put you through hell and I don't care and I don't care and I deserve

See a man can't take another man taking our woman
We can't even stand waiting by the phone
But we do the same shit