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OutOfTouch
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Hip-Hop/Rap
OutOfTouch was released on March 22, 2022 by Nobodys Records as a part of the album Nobodys Mixtape, Vol. 1 - Single
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Release DateMarch 22, 2022
LabelNobodys Records
LanguageEnglish
Melodicness
Acousticness
Valence
Danceability
Energy
BPM169

Credits

COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Tony Spite
Tony Spite
Songwriter
Sim Nobody
Sim Nobody
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
S.I.M.
S.I.M.
Producer

Lyrics

Fuck you sentimental pricks
Heard all your lies and all your Tricks
Go throw a fit don't give a shit
I'll solve your problems with a Brick
Bashing teeth out like I'm sick
Kicking hard your skull is thick
Posting pictures in your drip oh Lord are you a fucking tick
We're leaving brick marks in your Face we'll have you lookin like a Muthafuckin waffle
All that noise you always make just Might compel me to be awful
Go to hell blame yourself I'll just Sit here being watchful
Like to think that it's the real me The bottom of a bottle
Look at me
Bashing heads and breaking teeth
Swinging at your fucking forehead Like it's tennis on the wii
Sweat dripping blood pouring Typical pussy
Got the cape of a hero that I know I'll never be
Lay me down to sleep pray the lord My soul to keep
Bring a rifle to a bible study Making Jesus weep
Turn a hottie with her hair done To a body at my feet
And I know if hell is real I'll be Burning in the heat aye
Kicking back smoking packs
Sipping lemonade
Flicking ash thinking back
'Bout who caused us pain
That pussy capped had the gat
But we got the blade
Charged his ass shots off track
Blood pouring like rain
Kicking back smoking packs
Sipping lemonade
Flicking ash thinking back
'Bout who caused us pain
Remeber that when a rat
Tried to stain our name
Pulled up the map got the strap
Lined the house with brain
Coming with the metal got me feelin sentimental
I got a problem gotta cannot stop it
All up in my mental
Doin all this nasty shit just tryna keep me level
Hoping one day I can stop and then I'll feel all better
Blast off
Itchin just to rip my fucking mask off
I've been seeing bloody faces
Time to brush my past off
Pussy you won't lost long
The fuck up out my background
Honestly you the type of bitch that I would cast off
Mask off
I can't even trust what's surrounding me
Paranoid delusions am I crazy guess I'm bound to be
No one come and try me or you'll end up on the ground you see
Laying in a pool of your blood I'll fall sound asleep
I'm not even in touch with this reality
Lust violence and love it's all the same to me
I'm not gonna give up life's just a crazy dream
You just wanna blow up you just a wanna be
Kicking back smoking packs
Sipping lemonade
Flicking ash thinking back
'Bout who caused us pain
That pussy capped had the gat
But we got the blade
Charged his ass shots off track
Blood pouring like rain
Kicking back smoking packs
Sipping lemonade
Flicking ash thinking back
'Bout who caused us pain
Remember that when a rat
Tried to stain our name
Pulled up the map got the strap
Lined the house with brain
Written by: Sim Nobody, Tony Spite
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