Hey You
Show me how that Karma suits you
Puttin in what you getting out
Getting out what you putting in
Maybe thats what its all about
Show me how that Karma suits you
Puttin in what you getting out
Getting out what you putting in
Maybe thats what its all about
Thats what its all about
Clean your room its a reflection of your mental baby
The dirt beneath your nails tells me that you've been workin lately
I never question your sincerity
But it seems like everybody knows but me...
Late nights, early mornings
I took you high before your flight and I still feel you all over me
All over...
Show me how that Karma suits you
Puttin in what you getting out
Getting out what you putting in
Maybe thats what its all about
Show me how that Karma suits you
Puttin in what you getting out
Getting out what you putting in
Maybe thats what its all about
Thats what its all about
Sunday September 4
Make contact, I feel your force
Im far from overjoyed thats why, I bow before the lord
An addict for Georgia peaches
An appetizer before my feasting
Foreplay is safer for us
Since when we too old for toys
Bumbumbumbumbum
Your heart beats a steady drum
I beatbox, dont box me in
A starving artist eating every crumb
Dont push me to start me up
Passion in every look
Energy to inner thigh
I shift to neutral then I rev it up
Its like VROOM
Puttin in what you getting out
Getting out what you putting in
Maybe thats what its all about
Show me how that Karma suits you
Puttin in what you getting out
Getting out what you putting in
Maybe thats what its all about
Thats what its all about
Clean your room its a reflection of your mental baby
The dirt beneath your nails tells me that you've been workin lately
I never question your sincerity
But it seems like everybody knows but me...
Late nights, early mornings
I took you high before your flight and I still feel you all over me
All over...
Show me how that Karma suits you
Puttin in what you getting out
Getting out what you putting in
Maybe thats what its all about
Show me how that Karma suits you
Puttin in what you getting out
Getting out what you putting in
Maybe thats what its all about
Thats what its all about
Sunday September 4
Make contact, I feel your force
Im far from overjoyed thats why, I bow before the lord
An addict for Georgia peaches
An appetizer before my feasting
Foreplay is safer for us
Since when we too old for toys
Bumbumbumbumbum
Your heart beats a steady drum
I beatbox, dont box me in
A starving artist eating every crumb
Dont push me to start me up
Passion in every look
Energy to inner thigh
I shift to neutral then I rev it up
Its like VROOM
Credits
Writer(s): Elton Watkins Jr
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