Struck

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Ow!

She got me feeling like I'm cooking, ready to blow
I hit the ceiling when she puttin' on a show
Let's hit the street, she done contemplatin'
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 struck
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

We dance (we dance), I'm struck (I'm struck)
When she gets to grooving that much (grooving that much)
Every beat, she's -, her display, and
Bring the heat, just - back and pray, yeah, yeah

My pocket's 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 cold day, guess she's running in those jeans
Well, that's her language and, girl, I speak it
So let's be frank, you're the girl for me, yeah, yeah

We dance, I'm struck
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

We dance (we dance), I'm struck (I'm struck)
When she gets to grooving that much (grooving that much)
No plans, just us
Hold tight, my baby, she rough (she rough)
Every beat
She's on her display
And we'll bring the heat
Just sit back and pray, yeah, yeah

Rich Mitch
Mike G
Jay Rare
I think I made it, Ma