Touch

[Verse 1: Sammy Adams] She so outta sight, no gravity So consumed, confused bout reality Save the Bullocks, no Miss Congeniality Fuck her because her looks but hate on her personality She’s out of touch with her friends cause she went abroad Was on deck last minute, pulled a fuckin cart Word of mouth, getting wild in the south of Spain Still trynna run for the hills, party off the pain Left her heel slipped out right after she finished Or maybe just as an excuse for another visit Couple calls, couple cars, we know that I’m faded Bleeding hearts, stealing chunks from the player Payin dues, playin fools, tryna do it all Sprung into summer, going under so she bound to fall Running round like she doesn’t give a fuck ‘Cause she’s never out of time and she’s always out of touch [Hook] You’re out of touch, so out of your mind No room for sleep, anytime tonight So hard to touch, you look so fine But I can’t seem to get get you off my mind [Verse 2: Sammy Adams] Sneaks out in the morning like she’s never there But honestly that’s how I did it, who would ever care? Used to run around the city like she owned it A gladiator in the bed like a Roman Love’s right, a angel without a halo She out of sight, no George Clooney and J Lo Outta line, little dime with a loud mouth Throwin stones out the windows of her glass house Compliments you on your love, very tongue in cheek Then throws all your dirty laundry in the fucking street Can be rough, so cool, so hit or miss Rolling stone, out of time how she giving it She’s a phantom, specially for the handsome Dressing the way she does, impressive the way she dancing Cause she’s a rich girl, rich girls don’t need ya Chew you up, spit you out, she’s a man eater [Hook x2]