Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song That's My Jam, artist - Skindred. Album song Big Tings, in the genre Ню-металDate of issue: 26.04.2018
Record label: Napalm Records Handels
Song language: English
That's My Jam |
| Every time that I get around ya |
| Something takes a hold of my soul |
| Stirring me up until I can’t get enough |
| When you move it makes my sweat turn cold |
| 'Cause you’re a freak for the rhythm, slave to the dance |
| And now I’ve got you in the palm of my hand |
| Get all dramatic, erratic, your moves are automatic |
| You’re a freak for the rhythm, slave to the dance |
| That’s my jam |
| That’s my jam |
| That’s my jam |
| That’s my jam |
| That’s my jam |
| Every time that I get around ya |
| Something takes a hold of my mind |
| Three seconds time, I’m bout to redline, singing |
| Ooh, yeah you shake it so fine |
| 'Cause when you move it slow, my bones start shaking |
| You move it so, I can’t stop |
| 'Cause you’re a freak for the rhythm, slave to the dance |
| And now I’ve got you in the palm of my hand |
| Get all dramatic, erratic, your moves are automatic |
| You’re a freak for the rhythm, slave to the dance |
| That’s my jam |
| You’re a freak for the rhythm, slave to the dance |
| That’s my jam |
| I’ve got you in the palm of my hand |
| That’s my jam |
| 'Cause you’re a freak for the rhythm, slave to the dance |
| That’s my jam |
| But you’re a freak for the rhythm, slave to the dance |
| That’s my jam |
| Now I love the way how the gal dem shake it up |
| Can’t maintain how the gal dem make it up |
| Tan up strong and mek we long long long it up |
| Drop the riddim and the gal dem give it up |
| Come fe dance from dusk till dawn |
| Lock me door and turn the lights on |
| Excellence from the day that me born |
| Now I’m calling out by morning |
| Pour your sugar all over me |
| Wind that body, take you home with me |
| Feels so good you got to raise your hands |
| You’re a freak for the rhythm, slave to the dance |
| Every time that I get around ya |
| Something takes a hold of my soul |
| Stirring me up until I can’t get enough |
| When you move it makes my sweat turn cold |
| 'Cause you’re a freak for the rhythm, slave to the dance |
| And now I’ve got you in the palm of my hand |
| Get all dramatic, erratic, your moves are automatic |
| You’re a freak for the rhythm, slave to the dance |
| That’s my jam |
| That’s my jam |
| That’s my jam |
| That’s my jam |
| That’s my jam |