To The Touch Lyrics

Okay, drop off the dutch

Count out your luck

Two ones in your pocket, wallet cold to the touch

You right here, i'm right here

Holding my hand, we tight my dear

Okay, drop off the dutch

Count out your luck

Two ones in your pocket, wallet cold to the touch

You right here, i'm right here

Holding my hand, we tight my dear

I'm not afraid of starving

I wear my on my sleeve

I know you want me running

But i am falling deep

I'm not afraid of dying

But don't touch my family

I'm out the window flying

You call it naive

Know the root to all my problems is stressing why the money went from fat to anorexic

Wishing that I fall like humpty dumpty

I ain't got time girl dump me dump

Ran away from the Dutch, like the police coming

When they heard my mixtape bumping

I don't rlly know who to trust

Everybody does what they want

Everybody some end goal

I just met a girl and I had her limboing

Walk around with big racks tip toeing

Always on my heels, like I'm behind Shaq at show man

Rolled up all the ice made a snow man

Shut down slaughter houses, cause we go ham

Okay, drop off the dutch

Count out your luck

Two ones in your pocket, wallet cold to the touch

You right here, i'm right here

Holding my hand, we tight my dear

Okay, drop off the dutch

Count out your luck

Two ones in your pocket, wallet cold to the touch

You right here, i'm right here

Holding my hand, we tight my dear