"Into You (ft. Tamia)" as written by O'shea Jackson, Darrell L. Johnson, Jr. Clinton, William Earl Collins and Walter Morrison....
Uh, uh
Baby girl (I really like)
Uh, uh, uh
Desert Storm (yeah)
Yeah
Yeah yeah (uh)

I can't really explain it
I'm so into you now, I wanna be more than a friend of you now
When they ask, I mention my baby girl in the interviews now
And I don't bring the problems from the 90's into 2 thou
There's no reason to have a friend or two now
'Cause the kid's ready to tell you how he feel in a few vow's
Maybe, I'm speaking general now
But girl I'mma do whatever just to keep a grin on you now
Where I go, they wear bikini's in the winter too now
What you think about, tan lines on the skin of you now
Why wouldn't I wanna spend a few thou'
On 5th Ave shoppin' spree's, and them dinners to Chow's
I ain't concerned what other men would do now
As long as when I slide up in you, you growl
And any dude with you, he better be a kin of you now
And I ain't jealous, it's the principle now
I'm so into you

I really like what you've done to me
I can't really explain it
I'm so into you
I really like what you've done to me
I can't really explain it (I can't explain)
I'm so into you

Come on ma, (come on ma)
It's more than a flashin'
I woulda traded it all, in orderly fashion
My villa in Florida we crashin'
Just off the shore, so you can hear when water be splashin'
The drop top three and a quarter we dashin'
The flawless diamonds, and the border we flashin'
The money, we oughta be stashin'
I make sure every quarter be cashed in, I can't really explain it
My friend be thinkin' I'm slippin', these girls be thinkin' I'm trippin'
What kinda weed he be smokin', what type of drinks you be sippin'
Sweet thing, just to think of you dippin
Would have me with the blue's so hard, you would think I was crippin'
Now, you relaxin' in the Benz, credit cards with no limits
So you don't worry about maxin' when you spend
Ever since you've been askin' 'bout the friends
How'd you like it if, both our name's had Jackson on the ends, uh

I really like what you've done to me
I can't really explain it (I can't explain, so into you)
I'm so into you
I really like (I really like) what you've done to me
I can't really explain it
I'm so into you

I don't wanna trip, but truth is
Girl the way you cook a steak, remind me of those strips in Ruth Chris
You love my smile, no matter how chipped my tooth is
With you, it ain't because my whips is roofless
Or sit on chrome dipped dub deuces
And you ain't flattered by Canary envy es dipped Jesus'
Other ballers look dumb when they press you, five and sixes
You don't let them kinda numbers impress you
Even though I was somewhat successful (yeah)
Bein' a player was becomin' too stressful
But every since, the superwoman has come to my rescue
My winter's been wonderful, my summer's been special
Let's fly to St. Barts, while the villa be painted
Just so we can get really acquainted (really acquainted)
The love is real, there's no way it could feel like it's tainted
But I can't really explain it, uh, yeah

I really like what you've done to me (I really like)
I can't really explain it
I'm so into you (I'm so into you)
I really like what you've done to me
I can't really explain it (I can't explain)
I'm so into you
I really like what you've done to me (boy you)
I can't really explain it
I'm so into you
I really like (I really like) what you've done to me (what you've done to me)
I can't really explain it (what you've done to me)
I'm so into you
So into you

Oh, no no no no
No, oh
So into you, yeah yeah yeah yeeah


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"Into You" as written by Ronald Laprade Lionel Richie

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