Testo Touch - ELHAE feat. GoldLink
Testo della canzone Touch (ELHAE feat. GoldLink), tratta dall'album Lotus Ave
Yeah, yeah, uh
Don't stop, don't stop, come on
Don't stop, don't stop, come on
Uh
Let me buy you a drink, girl, what you thinking?
I'm not falling in love, it's more like I'm sinking
Ah, yeah, yeah, yeah, hush, can't wait to let our lips touch
She wanna dance, I'll be your man, just for the night, I'm yours
Let me (yeah)
Don't stop moving, just tease me, babe
One more drink and we face to face, oh
I see the way you're moving, you so fly (so fly)
Wanna leave here, see what happens tonight
I (I) want you in the worst way, babe, uh
You a bad girl, baddest in this place
Tonight, you're my inspiration
I want more than just a taste, yeah
Girl, I want you face to face, yeah, waist to waist, yeah
Let me buy you a drink (yeah) girl, what you thinking?
I'm not falling in love (oh) it's more like I'm sinking
Ah, yeah, yeah, yeah, hush, can't wait to let our lips touch
She wanna dance, I'll be your man, just for the night, I'm yours
Let me buy you a drink (buy you a drink, yeah)
Girl, what you drinking? (Drinking)
I'm not falling in love (oh) it's just for the weekend
Ah, yeah, yeah, yeah, hush, can't wait to let our lips touch
She wanna dance, I'll be your man, just for the night, I'm yours
Let me
So what's up? You come around here often or what?
So what if I do?
I mean, I'm just saying I haven't really seen you around here before
Maybe you're not looking hard enough
Listen, shawty, I'm just tryna build with ya
Put it out there, I wanna make you feel something
Baby girl, you got a nigga wanna come around
Stay a while, while I give you twenty rounds
Put it down, run you down like a nigga supposed to
Beat it up, eat it up, treat it like I'm supposed to
Tongue you down, fuck around in time to make my dose, ooh
Got a nigga excited like I'm tryna make a bold move
Sorry, my lady, I got caught in a daze and you know
Talking 'bout hitting them corners, switching lanes in the foreign
Series beamer, all black, tinted windows on low
Speed, speeding up the 105 with seats on the low
But what's your addy? I ain't tryna meet your daddy
I just wanna make it nasty while I'm in your daddy's Caddy, what's up?
I whispered to her while my hands all on her butt
Talking dirty while we get up out this club
It was like, after that, I was obsessed, you know?
Just couldn't stop thinking about her
Late nights falling asleep on the phone, you know? That whole thing
Yeah
If I'm being honest, it was unhealthy, but
When you're there, you just feel stuck
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Writer(s): Jamaal Jones, D'anthony William Carlos, Grant Lapointe, Rohan Mudgal, Graham Dylan
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