Ирина Кобрина

You can't touch this, you can't touch this, you can't touch this, you can't touch this. My, my, my, my music hits me so hard, makes me say, oh my lord, thank you for blessing me. When I'm mind to ride and you like me, it feels good when you know you're down. A few don't hold work from the uptown, and I know it's tight, and this is a piece of, you can't touch it.