Touch - 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

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

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