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Midas Touch
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Alternative Rap
Midas Touch was released on October 30, 2020 by Feltone as a part of the album Sustaining Injury
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Release DateOctober 30, 2020
LabelFeltone
LanguageEnglish
Melodicness
Acousticness
Valence
Danceability
Energy
BPM81

Music Video

Music Video

Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Surf
Surf
Performer
Amir Benjamin
Amir Benjamin
Lead Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Amir Benjamin
Amir Benjamin
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Sahara
Sahara
Producer

Lyrics

[Verse 1]
I could use a blunt or two, I'm high as fuck
Everything I touch is gold, Midas touch
Talking down on me, my shooter light him up
I just spent like two grand on these Dior pants
[Verse 2]
I can't even think about my life where I could be your man
I was off a tab, flying around, I felt like Peter Pan
She think she the baddest human, pussy pink like Killa Cam
I can make it Girls Gone Wild, got it all on cam
I know I'ma lie to the judge if I'm on the stand
My new bitch from Dubai, she got straps, she the Taliban
Crushed diamonds in my chain, turn this bitch into a avalanche
[Verse 3]
I just want a new McLaren, tryna drift into my driveway
We shut down the highway, I'ma do it my way
I'ma come up with my gang, whatever I get
I split it five ways
I got a bitch that do astrology
She said my future bright, ay
[Verse 4]
I need some pure molly, money like, "Gee, golly"
Talking down, you ain't 'bout it, I'm on good narcotics
Make her move robotic, that's not even her body
[Verse 5]
Yeah, blowing on kush, I need me a nap
I'm too official, I need me an app
She blowing my phone like, "Where are you at?"
I'm hitting that bitch like, "Give me a bat"
I'm cutting her off like, "Give me an axe"
[Verse 6]
Her attitude bad, she giving me sass
He sending them shots, I'm sending them back
It's still, "Fuck twelve," I'm spitting them facts
Last year, my **** died on me
Last year, my bitch cried on me
Whole lotta **** wanna lie on me
But can't nobody make ties with me
[Verse 7]
I beat that **** and fade to black
One day, you gon' take me back
Hope that he don't make me mad
Red beam on his Yankee hat
[Verse 8]
Call me now, it's really urgent
Need a rug, make it Persian
They've been watching all my earnings
I've been honest, I've been earnest
My bitch bad, she need a Birkin
I should stop all of this splurging
[Verse 9]
She selling pussy like a merchant
She gon' shake it like she nervous
I just had to make a purchase
She ain't leaving till the morning
Tryna show me that she worth it
I don't care 'cause I ain't scoring
Too many hoes, too many foreigns
New V12, that shit roaring
You can tell that I'm rolling
I be high, I be soaring
[Verse 10]
Don't be fucking up the motion
Baby girl, just be open
I just mixed this codeine in this Fanta, making purple potion
I'm sipping lean, this MDMA gon' help me live in the moment
The LSD makes you question life, baby girl, don't it?
Written by: Amir Benjamin
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