Tell the guy in apartment 904
That he listens to music not loud enough
He’s got good taste
Yeah yeah
Yeah yeah
Pretty tasty
It’s delicious
Hey that song kinda sounds like this one i think it goes like
He’s got good taste
I’ll bet you a hundred dollars
He’s smokin’ on that great green
Although his hair is so greasy
Like Waffle House in the morning
He’s got enough THC
At The Twisted Tea Garden
Oh you just breathe it in
Oh
So fly with the beat
The three little birds can’t compete
So fire on your feet
You’re so hot and you’re feelin’ the heat like
Yeah yeah
Yeah yeah
Yeah yeah
Yeah yeah yeah ha
Yeah yeah
Yeah yeah
Yeah yeah
Speed racer, light-speed chaser
I’m goin’ a hundred miles
Flyin’ past the galaxy
Uphill, where there’s no air
Your breath’s taken by me
Just take a hit of this green
And be set free
Oh, if you need to slow down
If you need to touch ground
We can do that too
I just wanna be fooled with you
Yeah yeah
Yeah yeah yeah
Yeah yeah
Yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah ha
Yeah yeah
Yeah yeah ha
Yeah yeah
Yeah ha yeah ha ha
Bring it back to your body
Bring it back to your soul
Yeah yeah yeah yeah (yeah yeah yeah)
Yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah (yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah ha)
Yeah yeah yeah yeah (yeah yeah ha ha yeah)
Yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah ha ha (yeah ha yeah ha ha)
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Spirit Ritual Lyrics – Yeah Yeah