Touch Lyrics
| Song | Touch |
| Artist | Sammy Adams |
| Album | Homecoming - EP |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| (Verse) | |
| She’s the hottest type, no gravity | |
| So consumed, confused on 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 cuz she wearin a bra | |
| Was on deck last minute, pulled a fuckin cart | |
| Word of mouth, getting wild in the south of Spain | |
| Still tryna work for the hills, party off the pain | |
| Left her heel slipped off 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 right I feel loved | |
| No need for sleep, at least not tonight | |
| So hard to touch, your love so fine | |
| But I can’t seem to get get you off my mind | |
| (Verse) | |
| 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 or J Lo | |
| Adeline, little dime with a loud mouth | |
| Throwin stones out the window of a glass house | |
| Complements you on your love, very tongue and cheek | |
| Then throws all your dirty laundry in the fuckin street | |
| Can be rough, so cool, so hit a miss | |
| Rolling stone, out of time how she giving it | |
| She’s a phantom, speacially for the handsome | |
| Dressing the way she does, impressive the way she dancing | |
| Cuz she’s a rich girl, rich girls don’t need ya | |
| To the ups, bitch out, she’s a man eater | |
| (Hook x2) | |
| You’re out of touch, so right I feel loved | |
| No need for sleep, at least not tonight | |
| So hard to touch, your love so fine | |
| But I can’t seem to get get you off my mind |
| Verse | |
| She' s the hottest type, no gravity | |
| So consumed, confused on 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 cuz she wearin a bra | |
| Was on deck last minute, pulled a fuckin cart | |
| Word of mouth, getting wild in the south of Spain | |
| Still tryna work for the hills, party off the pain | |
| Left her heel slipped off 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 right I feel loved | |
| No need for sleep, at least not tonight | |
| So hard to touch, your love so fine | |
| But I can' t seem to get get you off my mind | |
| Verse | |
| 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 or J Lo | |
| Adeline, little dime with a loud mouth | |
| Throwin stones out the window of a glass house | |
| Complements you on your love, very tongue and cheek | |
| Then throws all your dirty laundry in the fuckin street | |
| Can be rough, so cool, so hit a miss | |
| Rolling stone, out of time how she giving it | |
| She' s a phantom, speacially for the handsome | |
| Dressing the way she does, impressive the way she dancing | |
| Cuz she' s a rich girl, rich girls don' t need ya | |
| To the ups, bitch out, she' s a man eater | |
| Hook x2 | |
| You' re out of touch, so right I feel loved | |
| No need for sleep, at least not tonight | |
| So hard to touch, your love so fine | |
| But I can' t seem to get get you off my mind |
| Verse | |
| She' s the hottest type, no gravity | |
| So consumed, confused on 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 cuz she wearin a bra | |
| Was on deck last minute, pulled a fuckin cart | |
| Word of mouth, getting wild in the south of Spain | |
| Still tryna work for the hills, party off the pain | |
| Left her heel slipped off 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 right I feel loved | |
| No need for sleep, at least not tonight | |
| So hard to touch, your love so fine | |
| But I can' t seem to get get you off my mind | |
| Verse | |
| 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 or J Lo | |
| Adeline, little dime with a loud mouth | |
| Throwin stones out the window of a glass house | |
| Complements you on your love, very tongue and cheek | |
| Then throws all your dirty laundry in the fuckin street | |
| Can be rough, so cool, so hit a miss | |
| Rolling stone, out of time how she giving it | |
| She' s a phantom, speacially for the handsome | |
| Dressing the way she does, impressive the way she dancing | |
| Cuz she' s a rich girl, rich girls don' t need ya | |
| To the ups, bitch out, she' s a man eater | |
| Hook x2 | |
| You' re out of touch, so right I feel loved | |
| No need for sleep, at least not tonight | |
| So hard to touch, your love so fine | |
| But I can' t seem to get get you off my mind |
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