Let yourself go
You can lose all control
Only thing that is on
Is the music
Let yourself go
You can lose all control
Only thing that is on
Is the music
Why can't we take it
Back to the slow jams
Rides in the streets
Class like the slowdance
Cuddles in the sheets
Call me on the phone
We could mack a couple hours
Got me in my zone
We could head to the towers
Only thing I'm plotting is
How to Please yo' body
Skyview an it's bottomless
We could skip the lobby
Things I wanna do to you
Headed down yo' avenue
Pull up, four, outside
At the door, backside
Let yourself go
You can lose all control
Only thing that is on
Is the music
Let yourself go
You can lose all control
Only thing that is on
Is the music
Let yourself go
You can lose all control
Only thing that is on
Is the music