Keep In TOUCH
Come on
She ain't keep in touch, now she feel regret
She ain't keep in touch, yea, yea, damn
Gang, gang, gang, gang
She ain't keep in touch, now she feel regret
Shorty you was sleepin' on the goat like a pillow pet
Hoes be flat out lying (outline) like a silhouette
So you won't hear (hair) me goin' back and forth with em like Willow Smith
You be rockin' techs, I'm designer sweats and diamond necks
I ain't talkin' tech, but everything I Buy they find the Best
I was in a Lex, and now I'm ridin' Vettes and signin' checks
All my exes want come home again, girl, you sound like Chet (get it)
Opps pissed off they ain't pot pissing
Only bitch can make me feel some pain, is my loctician
How you live your life with only gettin' high, like do you got vision
If all you do is smoke the MJ, then I can't Rock With You
Nigga say he'll put us in hell (inhale), we gon' take his breath
Baby bro, you ain't gon' make it home if you makin' threats
How you even plan on breakin' records, you ain't breakin' sweats
Micah Parsons, boy get offline, and go chase a sack
Dave say he like broke bitches, (huh) he should date my ex
I just bought a plain jane, it's round trip, I'll make it back
They say money talks, looked at your pocket, you should save your breath
The way them labels give me all these calls, you'd think I paid the refs
I don't get tired (Tide) of upping Rolls, I couldn't be Nick Saban
Virgil made the shoes, the hoodie Bape, man my fit blasian
Once you give it here, I'll disappear, like I'm Criss Angel
Young nigga, but I'm like a fossil, cause I really ain't shit (ancient)
It was cramped at the bottom, now it's really spacious
Fuck a nine-five, I'm like Keanu, tryna beat the matrix
Waited for my turn, man I had massive patience
Took a couple years, but now I'm straight, like I had some braces
Belt to ass season, you got lacerations
Shorty fell in love with all my fashion, I'm her fascination
Crazy how they seen me hit the pros, and got the maddest faces
How you amateur at everything, except procrasting
Lately, I've been feelin' myself (pause) and I ain't masturbating
I know my life gone end up in a movie, like Abe's Assassination
Yeah I know you strugglin, but all them days is passin' ain't they
Every time I reach another goal, I got a task awaiting
Every day I reach another milestone, switching different time zones
She know my heart (Hart) is Ice, but still wanna Ride Along (get it)
All I gotta do is make a look, and she gon' slide her phone
I told JT I got him like a typo, I'm with him right (write) or wrong
You get it, like a typo's when you write it wrong
Bae I'm a dog, come find this bone
New chick bad, now my ex mad, man I got her silent like a xylophone
Shorty textin' me, like, what you doin
Either money chasin' or the microphone
Girl, you talkin' to Motion KM, please don't ask me what Micah's on
Niggas got the mad face
Get some pape and wipe it off
I'm the apple of her eye, you broke niggas' Microsoft
All my niggas in the field, y'all ain't even hike the ball
I can tell you how to do it, just make sure my mic is on
She ain't keep in touch, now she feel regret
She ain't keep in touch, yea, yea, damn
Gang, gang, gang, gang
She ain't keep in touch, now she feel regret
Shorty you was sleepin' on the goat like a pillow pet
Hoes be flat out lying (outline) like a silhouette
So you won't hear (hair) me goin' back and forth with em like Willow Smith
You be rockin' techs, I'm designer sweats and diamond necks
I ain't talkin' tech, but everything I Buy they find the Best
I was in a Lex, and now I'm ridin' Vettes and signin' checks
All my exes want come home again, girl, you sound like Chet (get it)
Opps pissed off they ain't pot pissing
Only bitch can make me feel some pain, is my loctician
How you live your life with only gettin' high, like do you got vision
If all you do is smoke the MJ, then I can't Rock With You
Nigga say he'll put us in hell (inhale), we gon' take his breath
Baby bro, you ain't gon' make it home if you makin' threats
How you even plan on breakin' records, you ain't breakin' sweats
Micah Parsons, boy get offline, and go chase a sack
Dave say he like broke bitches, (huh) he should date my ex
I just bought a plain jane, it's round trip, I'll make it back
They say money talks, looked at your pocket, you should save your breath
The way them labels give me all these calls, you'd think I paid the refs
I don't get tired (Tide) of upping Rolls, I couldn't be Nick Saban
Virgil made the shoes, the hoodie Bape, man my fit blasian
Once you give it here, I'll disappear, like I'm Criss Angel
Young nigga, but I'm like a fossil, cause I really ain't shit (ancient)
It was cramped at the bottom, now it's really spacious
Fuck a nine-five, I'm like Keanu, tryna beat the matrix
Waited for my turn, man I had massive patience
Took a couple years, but now I'm straight, like I had some braces
Belt to ass season, you got lacerations
Shorty fell in love with all my fashion, I'm her fascination
Crazy how they seen me hit the pros, and got the maddest faces
How you amateur at everything, except procrasting
Lately, I've been feelin' myself (pause) and I ain't masturbating
I know my life gone end up in a movie, like Abe's Assassination
Yeah I know you strugglin, but all them days is passin' ain't they
Every time I reach another goal, I got a task awaiting
Every day I reach another milestone, switching different time zones
She know my heart (Hart) is Ice, but still wanna Ride Along (get it)
All I gotta do is make a look, and she gon' slide her phone
I told JT I got him like a typo, I'm with him right (write) or wrong
You get it, like a typo's when you write it wrong
Bae I'm a dog, come find this bone
New chick bad, now my ex mad, man I got her silent like a xylophone
Shorty textin' me, like, what you doin
Either money chasin' or the microphone
Girl, you talkin' to Motion KM, please don't ask me what Micah's on
Niggas got the mad face
Get some pape and wipe it off
I'm the apple of her eye, you broke niggas' Microsoft
All my niggas in the field, y'all ain't even hike the ball
I can tell you how to do it, just make sure my mic is on
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Writer(s): Micah Thomas
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