Struck

She got me feeling like I'm cooking ready to blow I hit the ceiling when she putting on a show Let's hit the street, she done contemplating I'll keep the peace, but she'll have her way Yeah, yeah Clear out the building for that Mrs. CEO I'm well and willing, say those words and there I go Damn, I believe in her like a saint But when she's with me, she might go insane Yeah, we dance, I'm stuck When she gets to grooving that much No plans, just us, hold tight, my baby, she rough Every beat, she's on her display And we'll bring the heat, just sit back and pray Yeah, yeah My pockets open, she gon' eat her meals for free Them eyes are golden, paid her bond and let her be And she'll let it hang but still dresses chic And I must obey her will, that girl's a peach Hey, hey That body's smoking, knock me dead, I can barely breathe Must be a codeine 'cause he's running in those jeans Well, that's a language, and girl, I speak it So let's be frank, you're the girl for me Yeah, yeah Yeah, we dance, I'm stuck When she gets to grooving that much No plans, just us, hold tight, my baby, she rough Every beat, she's on her display And we'll bring the heat, just sit back and pray Yeah, yeah Yeah, we dance, I'm stuck When she gets to grooving that much No plans, just us, hold tight, my baby, she rough Every beat, she's on her display And we'll bring the heat, just sit back and pray Yeah, yeah