Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Into You , by - Fabolous. Release date: 31.01.2003
Song language: English
Into You |
| I can’t really explain it |
| I’m so into you now, I want to 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 '90s 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 vows |
| Maybe, I’m speakin' general now |
| But girl I’ma do whatever just to keep a grin on you now |
| Where I go, they wear bikinis 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' sprees, 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’m so into you |
| 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’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 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 |
| 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. Bart, while the villa be painted |
| Just so we can get 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 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’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’m so into you |
| Ohhhh, no no no no no nooooo |
| Oooohhhh no no |
| So into you |