Out of Touch

Why don’t you hit me up or check on me no more

I’ve been distracted by life’s open door

Why you askin’ now I ain’t sure

But the way you act just ain’t the same before

How’s it goin’ with you kid tell me true

Not so well I miss your pushin’ through

Haven’t been to church or group in weeks

And not one of y’all asked how I do

I ain’t been to group in two weeks time

Slept through Sunday morn just needin’ mine

Perfect attendance don’t mean you know the divine

But why you gone tell me what’s on your mind

Hey homie this is random but it’s real

Thinkin’ ‘bout the past and how I feel

Sorry if I came off rude back then

When you asked bout studio and I said nah fam

I ain’t been to group in two weeks time

Slept through Sunday morn just needin’ mine

Perfect attendance don’t mean you know the divine

But why you gone tell me what’s on your mind

You might not even recall what I said

But I had to clear it from my head

Watchin’ your music grow so tight

Heard the buzz you killin’ it right

I ain’t been to group in two weeks time

Slept through Sunday morn just needin’ mine

Perfect attendance don’t mean you know the divine

But why you gone tell me what’s on your mind