KeeP IN tOUcH (feat. Bryson Tiller)

I took the 95 to get from West Palm

Think I need a break from everything

Yes, I'm stressed way more than usual

I'm gettin' things back in order

Gettin' things back to how they used to be

Back to when the scrutiny had no effect on you and me

I miss drivin'

With you in the passenger

Feet up on my dash

We would see the sun lapse

Take you home

You would come see me before class

Makes more sense for you to crash with me

But you never ask, oh why?

Told you there's no need to be sad, oh why?

I'll be waiting in the meantime, oh why?

You always got me on stand-by

When you know I need love

I'm missing when we was us

Miss when I wasn't famous

That's when we could be us

Kiss right in the street

Fuck if anybody sees

Just friends, I don't think anybody believes

Hard to keep it PG

With a **** like me, God damn

I fell in love with you

I fell in love, girl, I miss us

Nah, I won't front

Got me so strung

'Cause you, you're one of one

It's no rush, yeah

Missin' your touch

I'm missin' your touch, oh

Missin' when you kept in touch, oh, woah-oh

(When you kept in touch)

I took the 401 to get from Yorkdale

You're still looking like the baddest thing

Had a ting, inflated before it started flattening

Way before this singer-rapper thing started happening

We were playing checkers

I was just trying to get back to king

I miss black tinted windows on your whip

Looking Amish

I'm just tryna put it down

You can put it on my tab

I'm putting you on your back

And putting it in you slow

Then putting it on the track, oh yeah

And I always try to follow through

Ain't no W's

End up with me when I call you

I'm in first class

Thinking about how you would get me right

Damn near made me miss the flight

Fucking you and getting right, yeah

You gon' bring me to that first time we fucked on the futon

Back then I would do anything to get you alone

You would know me, all bullshit aside

Story of my life

I miss us

I fell in love with you

I fell in love, girl, I miss us

Nah, I won't front

Got me so strung

'Cause you, you're one of one

It's no rush, yeah

Missin' your touch

I'm missin' your touch, oh

Missin' when you kept in touch, oh, woah-oh