Isz somethin about ya

Ya hair which is so long

Bjing as you switching

The sent of the air

Caint help it its the way you way

There aint enough of ya

What ya want ta

It's somethin about ya

 

Never got to smell ya hair. Or touch you there

Wanted to take a chance. Even if your nervous thru serious

Your hands your touch. Just wanted to take you there

All of you and all of me. Caint make this up

The man up theyre. There's a baby upstairs

& with my eyes on you. Im about 3 ta 2

And baby I aint finished with you. Let me check on it