Can’t Be Touched - Intellectual

I'm in love with an icon

But I don't expect him to call

I'm crushed in glamour, a soul disaster

And I feel like a criminal

Turn out the light, come crush me

We're getting bruised and we're not even touching

Are you sincere, or are you dangling bait?

And if I bite, will you judge me?

I don't know what's genuine

I go back and forth with him

Does a screw make a bad linchpin?

I don't know what's genuine

I think about this: is the ground where the grounded are?

I thought I couldn't be touched 'til they tapped me out

And I didn't even feel it at all

Look at their hands, they're so full of shit

The neighborhood is one crowded bed

They're all so straight, they swear the earth is flat

And the bend is in my head

Yo, fuck that!

I don't know what's genuine

So I go back and forth with him

Does a screw make a bad linchpin?

I don't know what's genuine

Oh, I am losing control

Who's in control?

I'm losing control

Who's in control?

Oh, who is in control?

I'm losing control

Can't be touched

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Can't be touched (Sent from above)

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Some think think that they (Can't be touched)

Some think they can't be touched

They can't be touched

I don't know what's genuine

So I go back and forth with him

Does a screw make a bad linchpin?

I don't know what's genuine