I Get Around Lyrics

Written by T. Quaites, B. Evans & T. Anderson 

Last week in Atlanta 
I met her at the FreakNik 
In a black truck 
with a short haircut 
& a gang of her homies 
And she was on me cuz she said she liked Cali men 
So that translated to grits and cabbage early in the morning 
She used to scream "TQ I'll do anything that you want me to 
Just come stay with me." 
Girl that's somethin' that I can't do 
It ain't nothin' wrong with you 
Don't take it personal 
Let me explain to you 

(Chorus) 
As for me 
I just wanna fuck around tonight 
But then I gotta leave 
Have to be the only one to work your body right 
Didn't you know I was a G? (Don't ya get mad at me) 
Because I never spend the night (So give me yo' keys) 
Can't you see 
I ain't settlin' down 
No I ain't settlin' down 
Cuz I get around 

Why you lookin' so surprised? 
Was you thinkin' different? 
Ain't got no problem with firin' up the candlelight 
But you gon' have to finish 'em 
Cuz I ain't got time for Valentine presents 
I make sure I'm always outta town that day 
And if I don't return your message 
Don't go gettin' mad, I'll get around to it one day 

(Chorus) 

It ain't no need to tell you no lies 
I don't want no new girlfriends 
No no no 
Everytime I think about 
Do a whole lot better without 
Somebody sweatin' me 
I can't take this sweatin' G 
You know you can come to my room 
whenever I'm in town 
(Ooh yeah) 
Don't give a fuck about 
anything you do 
when I ain't around 
I had to take some time to let you know exactly what I'm about 
Cuz I'll be back next Sunday 
(I'll be back Sunday) 
and I'm gon' wanna dig you out 

(Chorus)