
Don’t Touch! TOBi
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[Intro]
Uh huh, uh huh, uh huh, uh huh
Uh huh, uh huh, uh huh, uh huh
[Chorus]
Aye, what's that?
What's that, what's that, what's that?
That's a crown on my head, don't touch
Don't touch that, touch that, touch that, touch that
Uh huh, uh huh, uh huh
Aye, what's that?
What's that, what's that, what's that?
That's a crown on my head, don't touch
Don't touch that, no, don't touch, don't touch that
No, don't touch
[Verse]
Who's that, who's that?
Real demolition man
My influencer's ain't got likes on their Instagram
But the moves they make just might break the Richter, man
Might fix your instrument
Mic check, mic check, mic check, mic check
Line drawn in the sand
Only time I play both sides, if I'm the middle man
Young, black, gifted, I don't give a damn
Living in a world where you gotta buy your innocence
Still got the game with the padlock on
Every line hit like the cap lock on
How you paint a picture with thе backdrop gone?
Yeah, we in thе field, but you won't see me dead in it
Still thinking bout Flint, Michigan
Children, they ain't ask for mineral water, but they got lead in it
Ain't no care for the dear wicked
When your bedroom just a room with a bed in it
Uh huh, uh huh, uh huh, uh huh
Uh huh, uh huh, uh huh, uh huh
[Chorus]
Aye, what's that?
What's that, what's that, what's that?
That's a crown on my head, don't touch
Don't touch that, touch that, touch that, touch that
Uh huh, uh huh, uh huh
Aye, what's that?
What's that, what's that, what's that?
That's a crown on my head, don't touch
Don't touch that, no, don't touch, don't touch that
No, don't touch
[Verse]
Who's that, who's that?
Real demolition man
My influencer's ain't got likes on their Instagram
But the moves they make just might break the Richter, man
Might fix your instrument
Mic check, mic check, mic check, mic check
Line drawn in the sand
Only time I play both sides, if I'm the middle man
Young, black, gifted, I don't give a damn
Living in a world where you gotta buy your innocence
Still got the game with the padlock on
Every line hit like the cap lock on
How you paint a picture with thе backdrop gone?
Yeah, we in thе field, but you won't see me dead in it
Still thinking bout Flint, Michigan
Children, they ain't ask for mineral water, but they got lead in it
Ain't no care for the dear wicked
When your bedroom just a room with a bed in it
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