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
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 What?! We done and done it again!
 Message, oh!
 It's gravy baby, aha