(Verse)
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She¡¯s the hottest type, no gravity
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So consumed, confused on reality
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Save the Bullocks, no Miss Congeniality
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Fuck her because her looks but hate on her personality
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She¡¯s out of touch with her friends cuz she wearin a bra
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Was on deck last minute, pulled a fuckin cart
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Word of mouth, getting wild in the south of Spain
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Still tryna work for the hills, party off the pain
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Left her heel slipped off right after she finished
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Or maybe just as an excuse for another visit
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Couple calls, couple cars, we know that I¡¯m faded
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Bleeding hearts, stealing chunks from the player
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Payin dues, playin fools, tryna do it all
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Sprung into summer, going under so she bound to fall
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Running round like she doesn¡¯t give a fuck
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¡®Cause she¡¯s never out of time and she¡¯s always out of touch
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(Hook)
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You¡¯re out of touch, so right I feel loved
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No need for sleep, at least not tonight
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So hard to touch, your love so fine
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But I can¡¯t seem to get get you off my mind
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(Verse)
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Sneaks out in the morning like she¡¯s never there
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But honestly that¡¯s how I did it, who would ever care?
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Used to run around the city like she owned it?
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A gladiator in the bed like a roman
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Love¡¯s right, a angel without a halo
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She out of sight, no George Clooney or J Lo
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Adeline, little dime with a loud mouth
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Throwin stones out the window of a glass house
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Complements you on your love, very tongue and cheek
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Then throws all your dirty laundry in the fuckin street
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Can be rough, so cool, so hit a miss
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Rolling stone, out of time how she giving it
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She¡¯s a phantom, speacially for the handsome
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Dressing the way she does, impressive the way she dancing
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Cuz she¡¯s a rich girl, rich girls don¡¯t need ya
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To the ups, bitch out, she¡¯s a man eater
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(Hook x2)
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You¡¯re out of touch, so right I feel loved
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No need for sleep, at least not tonight
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So hard to touch, your love so fine
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But I can¡¯t seem to get get you off my mind
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Touch
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| Sammy Adams |
