"TOUCH YOUR SOUL" lyrics
Dave East, Scram Jones & Mike & Keys Lyrics
(feat. Frank Benz)
It's still for the love
Dragging in the snow
All mine, I keep you laced-up
Chanel attire
Official buyer
I'm caked-up
Rock all of that suede stuff
When the fabric Italian we do spaghetti
Walking in the club like X and I, some belly
We can slide the telly
I get inside your belly
Put it in your mouth, I cannelly
No KY jelly
You the wettest
Diving that water, I'm Michael Phelps
Splash
Looking at myself in the mirror I couldn't help it
I was wilding
Moving on it like she from an island
She was fronting on me, told me I owe her felt like consignment
Louis Jack and Lana and I bought this shit out the store
Straight cash I ain't have to swipe nothing, it's not the mall
You be touching and teasing me
Love to start an argument
Hate when you don't agree with me
We done fucked up the B&B
Break up the make-up
Don't even put it on, 'cause you know I'll fuck up your make-up
Soon as I'm there, you wake up
Fuck you out, just sleep, what you know about it
I just need a taste to hold me down
Hard to go without it
Be with you outside
'Cause I don't care, people know about it
Don't let the net fuck our reality, we don't allow it
Here go your flowers
Neighbors told us, "Hold it down," you still go the loudest
We ain't gotta post it, shit we do, we don't announce it
Somewhere where the language they talking, we can't pronounce it
I'm loving how you making me feel
Catching flights on the weekend, yeah
Every morning you wake up, I'll be down to get your son
It's actually that make it run
Yeah
For real
I just wanna touch your soul
So, won't you let me pay?
Why don't you just teach me, babe?
You got your money, I don't gotta question it
Five-star mommy know how to bust that
But you on the flight, you don't gotta pack a bag
Don't wanna tell me, baby, I know how to catch that
All-in-all
Take your time alone
Take your company
This is what you need
But only if you let me pay
I'm gon' make you say my name
I'm loving how you making me feel
Catching flights on the weekend, yeah
Every morning you wake up, I'll be down to get your son
It's actually that make it run
Yeah
For real
I just wanna touch your soul
So, won't you let me pay?
Why don't you just teach me, babe?
Dragging in the snow
All mine, I keep you laced-up
Chanel attire
Official buyer
I'm caked-up
Rock all of that suede stuff
When the fabric Italian we do spaghetti
Walking in the club like X and I, some belly
We can slide the telly
I get inside your belly
Put it in your mouth, I cannelly
No KY jelly
You the wettest
Diving that water, I'm Michael Phelps
Splash
Looking at myself in the mirror I couldn't help it
I was wilding
Moving on it like she from an island
She was fronting on me, told me I owe her felt like consignment
Louis Jack and Lana and I bought this shit out the store
Straight cash I ain't have to swipe nothing, it's not the mall
You be touching and teasing me
Love to start an argument
Hate when you don't agree with me
We done fucked up the B&B
Break up the make-up
Don't even put it on, 'cause you know I'll fuck up your make-up
Soon as I'm there, you wake up
Fuck you out, just sleep, what you know about it
I just need a taste to hold me down
Hard to go without it
Be with you outside
'Cause I don't care, people know about it
Don't let the net fuck our reality, we don't allow it
Here go your flowers
Neighbors told us, "Hold it down," you still go the loudest
We ain't gotta post it, shit we do, we don't announce it
Somewhere where the language they talking, we can't pronounce it
I'm loving how you making me feel
Catching flights on the weekend, yeah
Every morning you wake up, I'll be down to get your son
It's actually that make it run
Yeah
For real
I just wanna touch your soul
So, won't you let me pay?
Why don't you just teach me, babe?
You got your money, I don't gotta question it
Five-star mommy know how to bust that
But you on the flight, you don't gotta pack a bag
Don't wanna tell me, baby, I know how to catch that
All-in-all
Take your time alone
Take your company
This is what you need
But only if you let me pay
I'm gon' make you say my name
I'm loving how you making me feel
Catching flights on the weekend, yeah
Every morning you wake up, I'll be down to get your son
It's actually that make it run
Yeah
For real
I just wanna touch your soul
So, won't you let me pay?
Why don't you just teach me, babe?
