Solomon Childs - Crazy Over You lyrics

[Intro: Solomon Childs] My fault, man.... cla**ic Uh.... You know?.... I see you ma... Let me talk to you for a minute, you heard? Come here [Solomon Childs] They can't do it like we do, she got 22's on her Acura Truck, impressed by the way that she talk So in love with the way that she walk Yeah, but you so faithful to Scram Jones, a** big as Miss Jones Back to the drawing board, her p**y so good I threw twenties on her mother's Accord They can't do nothing for you girls Them some little hustlers, and all you gonna do is get bored Solomon, and I ain't the average So we can celebrate Thanksgiving in Paris sh**, money over flowing Brown skin be blissfull, and temperature's rising And ya man's a buster, how bout we get you something for ya finger Them jeans that you got on, got a lotta things rising Girl you keep the whole scene rising [Chorus: Natalia] So don't front, before you say you love me, boy If she don't stop, it's only you, I'm loving, boy And believe that I'm in love, with you Is it crazy, what am I to do?