Ooh - Jon Bellion, Christianne Jensen

Drunk off your kiss, life turns sideways

Drugs from your skin, high like skyscrapers

Where your soul goes, you will find me

Follow you there, I will blindy

I don’t believe that you’re from New York

You’re from the sky, past our view of space

Don’t bullshit me, tell me you’re an angel

And this ain’t gon' make no sense no sense but I’ll say

Your lips they taste like June

Your eyes are a rocket to the moon

Those legs gon' put me in a tomb

Praise God when you hit me with the Ooh

Hit me with the Ooh

Praise God when you hit me with the Ooh

Praise God, praise God, go, praise God

When you hit me with the Ooh

Drunk off your kiss, tastes like absinthe

King size spaceship

Hips crash landed

Scream out my name, ring like sirens

Lights in your eyes, gladly blinded