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Letras de Canciones / M / Mya / Fear of Flying / |
| Mya - Takin’ Me Over |
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[left eye](mya)
Mya, oh mya
Mya!
Mya will you please come out the bathroom? (oh)
Just put the brush down and walk away
Just say no! will you come on?
[mya](left eye)
It’s going down
I can feel it
All around and I need it (yeah)
It’s taking me where I love to be
(uh-huh where I love to be)
So come on
Pack it in fill the room now (uh)
Throw it up for the crew now
I close my eyes and touch the sky
[mya](left eye)
See I don’t mind
If people wanna look at me crazy (crazy)
It don’t even phase me (phase me)
The feeling is making me high yeah
1 - don’t wanna stop
My body needs it
Knocking me right off of my feet
Making me so high
I can’t deny
The feeling’s taking me over
Over, over, over
[mya](left eye)
Fellas where ya game at?
For the ladies that you aim at
Take a shot show her what you got
(show her what’cha got)
So come on what’cha say
You better move it (uh-huh)
What’cha know?
You better use it (yeah)
Make a play before it slips away
I can’t wait
The second that I finish my business
Can I get a witness? (amen!)
There’s no better feeling than this
Repeat 1
[left eye]
Now somebody has some explaining to do
Now why is it the club manager keeps sweatin’ me?
Just cause I drove with a gang of about 23
Pack beyond capacity we all getting in free
It’s straight to vip nothing but hands grabbing on me
I’m a star so I start my tab at the bar
It’s one of the benefits when everybody knows who you are
Like my car, valets salivate like it’s a cookie jar
Just keep it up front fellas, don’t take it too far
It’s been since october, the last time I was sober
Music’s like a drug when it starts taking me over
I see mya ain’t fighting it she’s on the dance floor
But it’s all good cause we splittin’ the cash from the door
Well fourteen bottles of don p later
It’s just me, mya, the dj, and the waiter
I go outside for my ride and ended up now or later
I ain’t gonna cry, swallow my pride
Hey you, valet, playa, wait up!
Repeat 1 (2x)
[left eye]
Okay people the party’s over
Just return to your simple lives and forget |
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Webs amigas |
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