A track that turns conversation into distraction and bodies into the only language that matters.
The repeated 'show me somethin'' isn't a request for spectacle.
It's a demand for proof in motion, for whatever your body holds that words can't frame.
A track that turns conversation into distraction and bodies into the only language that matters.
A track that turns conversation into distraction and bodies into the only language that matters.
The repeated 'show me somethin'' isn't a request for spectacle.
It's a demand for proof in motion, for whatever your body holds that words can't frame.
A track that turns conversation into distraction and bodies into the only language that matters.
You ain't gotta say nothing
The repeated 'show me somethin'' isn't a request for spectacle. It's a demand for proof in motion, for whatever your body holds that words can't frame. When it follows 'Your touch is all that's on my mind,' the lyric admits that thinking itself has been reduced to a single, physical fact.
It cuts through the noise as the song's blunt thesis. Everything else, the shouts, the geography, the rising heat, is just elaboration on that one instruction.
The way 'precipitating' lands amid all the sweat and bass, it's a five-dollar word doing a very simple, humid job.
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Bongo by the way
Bass drop
Shut up and dance
Your body gave me motivation (move)
Your touch is all that's on my mind (touch)
Sweat on you, precipitating, yeah (sweat)
You feel me rising from behind
Give it to me, give it to me
Come let your body show me
Give it to me, give it to me
What your lips wanna say
All my London girls, come and show me somethin’
All my LA girls, come and show me somethin'
Ethiopian girls, come and show me somethin'
Come and show me somethin’, come on, come on
Jamaican girls wanna blow it down
My Asian girls wanna work it out
Turn around, don't talk shh, hush ma
Show me somethin', show me somethin'
Shut up and dance, uh
Shut up and dance, babe, uh
Shut up and dance
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Roll it and light it for me (light)
Ice my Corona (oh)
No need for conversation
Love your persona
And I'm really doing different routes (skrrt, skrrt)
Late night, eat it like in-n-out
Turned you, you gon' bring a friend around
2pac, you can get a round, get a round
All my London girls, come and show me somethin'
All my LA girls, come and show me somethin'
Ethiopian girls, come and show me somethin’
Come and show me somethin’, come on, come on
Jamaican girls wanna blow it down
My Asian girls wanna work it out
Turn around, don't talk shh, hush ma
Show me somethin’, (huh) show me somethin'
Shut up and dance, uh (show me somethin')
Shut up and dance, babe, uh (show me somethin')
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Shut up and dance
Shut up and dance
Shut up and dance
(Show me somethin’)
Your body gave me motivation (move)
Your touch is all that's on my mind (touch)
Sweat on you, precipitating, yeah (sweat)
You feel me rising from behind
Give it to me, give it to me
Come let your body show me
Give it to me, give it to me
What your lips wanna say
Shut up and dance (show me somethin')
Come on, girl (show me somethin')
Come on (show me somethin')
Come on, girl
Oh, baby (show me somethin')
You ain't gotta say nothing
There's no use, ooh
Shut up and dance (show me somethin', show me somethin')
Shut up and dance (show me somethin', show me somethin')
You ain't gotta say nothing, baby
All my London girls, come and show me somethin'
All my LA girls, come and show me somethin'
Ethiopian girls, come and show me somethin'
Come and show me somethin', come on, come on
Jamaican girls wanna blow it down
My Asian girls wanna work it out
You ain't gotta say nothing (just hush your mouth), baby
A track that turns conversation into distraction and bodies into the only language that matters. The repeated 'show me somethin'' isn't a request for spectacle. It's a demand for proof in motion, for whatever your body holds that words can't frame.
NCT 127 performs "Let's SHUT UP & DANCE (feat. Lay & Jason Derulo)", and this lyric page sits inside the NCT 127 catalog on LyroVerse.
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