Out of Touch by No Entry Lyrics
[Verse 1: Jung Lov]
I got a prediction you a mothafuckin' bitch
Somethin' o' substance, I ain't hear it out ya lips
Step up, I got the blade in the fist
Ain't tryna start but you already know I end this shit, lips split
Splint wrist, blunt hits back when you burn a sloppy pack
Wax bubblin' through the beaker, breathe deep and relax
Like Mobb Deep, my mind reacts
I've been stuck off the realness and I'm feelin' it like a relapse
Please act whack, I'm askin' for an excuse to snap
Break a fuckboy's back, listen, you can hear it crack
Think it's funny how they fuckin' for money?
Pay for pussy? Please, you pathetic peasant
Where ya goddamn cheese?
Got my goddamn needs: food, water, dope, and shelter
Plus my people, I'm thankful like [?]
I'm deep in the forest, don't you miss it for the trees
Big picture, want the world dancin', striptease
Pussy or product, you act like they two options
I make both happen, this not rap, it just flossin'
They said I couldn't do it but so far haven't had any problems
You see the other side, you realize he was just watchin'
[Verse 2: Stinga]
So many times, people 'round me made me feel I'm crazy
Like I'm on drugs, yeah, like I'm on drugs
People cannot see the things that I see
New perspective, way out of touch, like I'm on drugs, baby
People talkin' too much, talkin' too much, ooh
Walkin' through the city with the checkered trousers
I be on my pretty boy shit, let's be honest
[?] I would provide it, top of the line, always risin' consciously
But I'm dreamin', sky high things, everybody screa-
-min' for me when I'm on stage and I'm singin'
Melodies from the deep end
Got some of the deepest feelin's
Probably never knew you felt 'em
Sorry, but you do, don't ya?
I'm the new [?] tryin' out my views
Travel on for miles, I'ma sing a few
[?] for the ones tryna clown my style, what I really do
To the petty people: why they hate on me? Y'all wilin'
Y'all way out of touch, way out of touch
People always talkin' too much, talkin' too much
I got a prediction you a mothafuckin' bitch
Somethin' o' substance, I ain't hear it out ya lips
Step up, I got the blade in the fist
Ain't tryna start but you already know I end this shit, lips split
Splint wrist, blunt hits back when you burn a sloppy pack
Wax bubblin' through the beaker, breathe deep and relax
Like Mobb Deep, my mind reacts
I've been stuck off the realness and I'm feelin' it like a relapse
Please act whack, I'm askin' for an excuse to snap
Break a fuckboy's back, listen, you can hear it crack
Think it's funny how they fuckin' for money?
Pay for pussy? Please, you pathetic peasant
Where ya goddamn cheese?
Got my goddamn needs: food, water, dope, and shelter
Plus my people, I'm thankful like [?]
I'm deep in the forest, don't you miss it for the trees
Big picture, want the world dancin', striptease
Pussy or product, you act like they two options
I make both happen, this not rap, it just flossin'
They said I couldn't do it but so far haven't had any problems
You see the other side, you realize he was just watchin'
[Verse 2: Stinga]
So many times, people 'round me made me feel I'm crazy
Like I'm on drugs, yeah, like I'm on drugs
People cannot see the things that I see
New perspective, way out of touch, like I'm on drugs, baby
People talkin' too much, talkin' too much, ooh
Walkin' through the city with the checkered trousers
I be on my pretty boy shit, let's be honest
[?] I would provide it, top of the line, always risin' consciously
But I'm dreamin', sky high things, everybody screa-
-min' for me when I'm on stage and I'm singin'
Melodies from the deep end
Got some of the deepest feelin's
Probably never knew you felt 'em
Sorry, but you do, don't ya?
I'm the new [?] tryin' out my views
Travel on for miles, I'ma sing a few
[?] for the ones tryna clown my style, what I really do
To the petty people: why they hate on me? Y'all wilin'
Y'all way out of touch, way out of touch
People always talkin' too much, talkin' too much