Keep in Touch - Wi$e

I took the 95 to get from West Palm Think I need a break from everything Yes, I'm stressed way more than usual I'm getting things back in order Getting things back to how they used to be Back to when the scrutiny had no effect on you and me I miss driving with you in the passenger (driving, yeah) Feet up on my dash, we would see the sun lapse Take you home, you would come see me before class Makes more sense for you to crash with me But you never ask, oh why Told you there's no need to be shy, oh why I be waiting in the meantime, oh why You always got me on stand by When you know I need love I'm missing when we was us Miss when I wasn't famous, that's when we could be us Kiss right in the street, fuck if anybody sees Just friends, I don't think anybody believes Hard to keep it PG with a nigga like me, goddamn I fell in love with you, I fell in love, girl I miss us Nah, I won't front, got me so sprung 'Cause you, you're one of one (hey) It's no rush (yeah, miss it) I'm missing your touch (your touch) I'm missing your touch, oh Missing when you kept in touch, oh-woah-oh (oh, yeah) When you kept in touch I took the 401 to get from Yorkdale You're still looking like the baddest thing I done seen Deflated before it started flattening Way before the singer-rapper thing started happening We were playing checkers, I was just tryna get back to king I miss black tinted windows on your whip looking Amish I'm just tryna put it down You can put it on my tab I'm putting you on your back Then putting it in you slow Then putting it in on a track, oh yeah And I always tried to fall through Ain't no Ws and dubbing me when I call you I'm in first class Thinking 'bout how you would get me right Damn near made me miss the flight Fucking you and get it right, yeah You gon' bring me to that first time we fucked on the futon Back then, I would do anything to get you alone You would know me, all bullshit aside So hit my line, I miss us I fell in love with you, I fell in love, girl I miss us (baby, oh yeah) Nah, I won't front, got me so sprung 'Cause you, you're one of one (hey) It's no rush (yeah, miss it) I'm missing your touch (your touch) I'm missing your touch, oh Missing when you kept in touch, oh-woah-oh (oh, yeah) When you kept in touch

A banana bae Full de Balmain Again and again Love for my gang Negro tu música es como Shein Salgo de noche me dicen Bruce Wayne Se que estas viéndome What do you mean? What do you mean? What do you mean? Bitch Yo ya terminé Ganando 10 Aléjate bitch no te quiero ver Cambie mi cara Mi pelo red Sit on ma face I won the chase I am falling asleep De to' esta wave Yo pa' brillar no uso VVS Keep back, don't touch me Keep back, don't touch me Keep back, don't touch me Keep back, don't touch me Tus raperos usan Nike fake Soy una estrella like Kurt Cobain Esa perra dice no pain no gain Yo no soy nasty, esas son lames Ganando la liga como Lebron James Estoy con tu madre, i got a date Estoy con tu hermana, una perra fake Keep back, don't touch me Keep back, don't touch me Keep back, don't touch me Keep back, don't touch me I won the chase I won the chase I won the chase Bitch

I was takin trips Across the border I was payin $65 for the quarter In the presidential suite Close the curtains Quit my 9-5 Bitch I'm workin Wi$e run the gate I pulled a hammy I got a shorty speaking Spanish From Miami All my niggas know I want a Grammy Mind on point I never popped a zanny But them kush clouds Kept me from insanity I keep a bad bitch Worried bout her vanity Man these lil niggas know They bet not play with me You better get your girlfriend She actin like she stay with me Yeah Rookie of the year This ain't my second wind Call this lucky number 7 I just get it in I put that money up Get it on the back end I push a big body Best if I just back in Yeah Rookie of the year This ain't my second wind Call this lucky number 7 I just get it in I put that money up Get it on the back end I push a big body Best if I just back in If money is the motive Then you lost Shorty say I'm cold Baby girl You feel the frost If we talking big bidness Bitch I'm playing golf Wrist look like I'm dipped in it Yea I'm talkin sauce I was too clean Could've been the mascot Like I had a 3 piece Cranberry ascot How he ice cold But he still Mad hot? Always had a hustle I was workin out the sandbox Said I wanna rap It was a joke Then I talk to God And He told me go for broke Now they wave the white flag They don't want smoke Still in my big bag Back against the ropes Okay Rookie of the year This ain't my second wind Call this lucky number 7 I just get it in I put that money up Get it on the back end I push a big body Best if I just back in Yeah Rookie of the year This ain't my second wind Call this lucky number 7 I just get it in I put that money up Get it on the back end I push a big body Best if I just back in

Cognac Woodgrain Woodgrain Black Henny Black Caddy Black Rose Black Magic Seen that ass I had to have it Got a bad bitch Late night She call me daddy Cognac Woodgrain Woodgrain Black Henny Black Caddy Black Rose Black Magic Seen that ass I had to have it Got a bad bih I sipped the Henny Told lil mama Throw it back They love a nigga Got the city On my back Mac daddy Got the feather In my hat I hit Khaleel We put the Gate Up on the map Then I turn the wheel She got her head All in my lap Oh this a race? Shit You see me runnin laps They call me Hank Aaron Cause they know I'm up to bat So do your thang Aaron I got the sauce I tip my hat I said I'm too heavy Rock steady Then she hit my line Stack confetti I'm like Andretti To the finish line I got them clips I came out Busting like it's Columbine She hit my hip But lil mama ain't my Valentine Cognac Woodgrain Woodgrain Black Henny Black Caddy Black Rose Black Magic Seen that ass I had to have it Got a bad bitch Late night She call me daddy Cognac Woodgrain Woodgrain Black Henny Black Caddy Black Rose Black Magic Seen that ass I had to have it Got a bad bitch Late night she call me I was lookin like a lick Gotdamn I'm feelin lucky City love me like I'm Calipari In Kectucky I'm too efficient Stepped in I was feelin like I'm mint condition Young legend Ain't no time For all this penny pension Imma heavyweight Meditate Boy just take your time And make the city shake Elevate Lucky number 7 I still levitate Yeah TBE I'm feelin like the candidate Left wrist on jet lag Made the city shake with a team tag This year want the big bag Big boss talk bag talk Lil niggas don't talk back Blow gas that's jet pack Whip a big body that's jet black And I'm straight to it No set backs Cognac Woodgrain Woodgrain Black Henny Black Caddy Black Rose Black Magic Seen that ass I had to have it Got a bad bitch Late night She call me daddy Cognac Woodgrain Woodgrain Black Henny Black Caddy Black Rose Black Magic Seen that ass I had to have it Got a bad bitch Late night she call me daddy