| 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 |