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:]
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
[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:] 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:] 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 [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 Explain Request ×
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