"Struck" lyrics

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 gonna come to play
And 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 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

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, yeah yeah

That body's smoking, knocked 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, 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