Thank God I Found You (make It Last Forever Remix) Lyrics - Joe

Cluemanati 

MC to the J.O.E 

Nastradamus remix 

For the world 

Make it real, baby 

Uh, Desert Storm, baby 

Uh, check it 

This for you 

Thank God I found you 

Let's show the world you're my golden girl, when we shoppin' 

They see us on the streets, they say, "Son, scooped a hot one" 

You taste like banana cake, you shaped like the number eight 

And you my number one candidate 

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I can't lose you, it's like I'm bettin' in Vegas, crucial 

Sweatin' knowin' these players is wantin' you, Boo 

I get the chills when you in my sight 

Feels like it's meant to be right 

I feel a rush when I kiss you at night, uh 

Shorty knows she my baby girl and 

Players haters try hard to get her 

But she'll be lounging in my cradle tonight 

Typically I wouldn't say this 

But you see your love has got me faded 

No girl ever made me feel like you do 

Oh I'm ma be here night after night to 

Feel your lovin' arms around me 

Baby baby, baby, baby, you make it all right 

No one but you, baby, baby can make me feel 

The way you make me, make me, make me feel 

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We make it last, make it last 

We make it last, make it last 

Make it last 

We make it last, make it last 

We make it last, make it last 

Don't let our let our love end 

Oh don't you let it end 

Make it last forever and ever 

Thank God I found you 

Your touch is wonderful 

Your love is so marvelous 

Joy, that's what I feel 

When I'm with you, yeah 

Nothing, no one, no one, boy 

Could compare to what we have 

Oh, no, baby 

Love, it feels so good 

I'm so glad you're mine 

We make it last, make it last 

We make it last, make it last 

Make it last forever 

We make it last, make it last 

We make it last, make it last 

Don't let our love end 

No, no 

Make it last forever and ever 

Thank God I found you 

What, a thug's dream wife, jeans tight, beautiful skin 

Matchin' brown Timbs, hot as jalapenos 

She knows how to hide the ninos 

The rap root of Valentino 

And B5 become the black Al Pacino 

Relax, sweetie, in Benz you could watch the TV 

Or lay back and pump Mariah's hot CD 

And I'm ma touch you in the wrong places 

Or we could walk through the park 

Above in all faces, I'm lost in your love 

Thank God I found you, you my crown jewel 

I'm sayin', Boo, the type I'd give my last name to 

At Lovers Lane put the top up 

When it start to rain in the parkin' lot 

Then we finish doin' our thing 

Fog the windows gettin' very sentimental 

Sippin' Cosmos with the cherry in the middle 

I keep it honest, word to real, that's my promise 

Signin' off, truly yours, Nastradamus 

Thank God I found you 

Thank God I found you 

I was so lost without you 

My every wish and every dream 

Somehow became reality 

But sometimes I can't blame my whole life