Out of Touch

[Verse 1: Phabo & Shaé Universe]
Calling you soon as I get off
You hit me on my break, but I was working
It didn't work in my favor, so I'm calling you later
I'm praying that you stayed up, baby
How long are we gon' pretend that we can do long distance
Say you gon' give it to nobody else but me, yeah
You know that I'll be a good boy for you surely
And I'll be knocking at your door when my tour ends
Boy, you know I ain't tryna wait for tour
You give me attention, but I still need more
How can I find the words to say?
Out of sight and I'm out the way
I tried, you weren't even concerned
Who gon' give me comfort now?
I pray for the best
Whatever comes next hope it's worth it

[Chorus: Shaé Universe]
Can't feel you, I'm out of touch
I hate thinking way too much
Still learning to trust my gut
This distance is making it rough
Too many lonely nights
When you gon' book a flight to London?
Another lonely night in London

[Verse 2: Phabo]
You can't expect me to be two places at once
But then how do you expect me to take that as enough?
I called your plus forty-four four times last night
You didn't wanna speak to me (Couldn't call me back)
Now hold up, you know I'm eight hours ahead
Sleeping lonely in this bed

[Chorus: Shaé Universe & Phabo]
Can't feel you, I'm out of touch
I hate thinking way too much
Still learning to trust my gut
This distance is making it rough
Too many lonely nights
When you gon' book a flight to London?
I'm 'bout to book my flight to London
Can't feel you, I'm out of touch
I hate thinking way too much
Still learning to trust my gut
This distance is making it rough
Too many lonely nights
When you gon' book a flight to London?
Another lonely night in London

[Outro: Phabo]
Yeah-yeah, yeah-yeah
Yeah-yeah, yeah-yeah
Yeah-yeah, yeah-yeah
Yeah-yeah, yeah-yeah
Yeah-yeah, yeah-yeah
Yeah-yeah, yeah-yeah
Yeah-yeah, yeah-yeah
Yeah-yeah, yeah-yeah

[Interlude]
Good morning to all my women out there
I'm comin' with the smooth, groove mornin' jams
This is DJ Cream on ya
Mr. Show Me Some Ass And I'll Throw Some Cash, I thank you
I got a world premier from a guy, your guy, Phabo
It's called "Love Song"