Trading Bodies (Touch) Lyrics

You motherfucker

Good morning!

Fucker-you like-ugh like

Who told you not to answer my call?

You ever met God in a ballroom?

Two steppin and she tell you that she off shrooms

Brush her hand and you tell her we gon talk soon

Knowing that somebody about to call you

You ever met the Devil on FaceTime?

Slim thick with some beads around her waistline

Eyes shine bright red like a brake line

With a smile that invite you to the playground

You want my soul, I can't give it to nobody

I get out of body in the middle of these parties

You want my soul, I can't give it to nobody

I just want somebody that's in love with trading bodies

Oh Imma record this motherfucking message

Wow

Who got who? Do you got me?

I'm sittin' in a 1v1 with two on me

I seen a red eye, come try and fly with me

I seen a third eye, so God enlighten me

Who got me? Do you got I?

I'm dancin' in a all white room, like who just died?

I'm starin' down them all red eyes, like who just lied?

You say you wanna piece of me

Aw yea, aight

You want my soul, I can't give it to nobody

I get out of body in the middle of these parties

You want my soul, I can't give it to nobody

I just want somebody that's in love with trading bodies

Let's just

Touch

Touch

Touch

We can

Touch

Touch

Touch

(You want my soul)

You know what?

Ugghhh gasp

I've almost forgotten what your voice sounds like

You wanna know why? You wanna know why?

Because you don't answer my calls

But it's okay, it's okay, it's okay

Just checking up on you though

Just tryna make sure you're okay

So just text me or whatever

Okay, bye