Hey Ya

Could you show me
Show me things no one's ever shown me
She like boy you owe me
I'm like girl you know me
Then I hit her with that low glance
Smolder mode, lick my lips
She ain't really with that romance
I just skip to licking lips
I'll be so precarious
Gentle deep rip, she the sheet grip
Said my stroke nefarious, and I know
I know you got your own agenda
Hold on, listen Linda
Bout to eat it, darling you the kitchen
Came with all the fixins

When I go down for the numb numb
Baby girl I go dumb dumb, yea
When I go yea, down down down
For the numb numb, for that numb numb

Then we start zooming off
3,000 On the dash, hey ya
Headed for ecstasy
There ain't no turning back, hey ya
Might gotta zoom in now
How she just throw it back, hey ya
This record booming now, might gotta run that back

Second round, glad I ain't a lightweight
One way ticket check the flight date
Spilled pack bowl on my white Roshe
Two black holes on a white ghost
I see you seeing me, I know you, ok
No facades cuz I hate disguised
She yell I'm cumin like I hate surprises

When I go down for the numb numb
Baby girl I go dumb dumb, yea
When I go yea, down down down
For the numb numb, for that numb numb

Then we start zooming off
3,000 On the dash, hey ya
Headed for ecstasy
There ain't no turning back, hey ya
Might gotta zoom in now
How she just throw it back, hey ya
This record booming now, might gotta run that back

Then we start zooming off
3,000 On the dash, hey ya
Headed for ecstasy
There ain't no turning back, hey ya
Might gotta zoom in now
How she just throw it back, hey ya



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Writer(s): Cory Hollies
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