Watsky - Hand Over Hand lyrics
[Watsky - Hand Over Hand lyrics]
But, if you pull on the thread
It's gonna tear at the seam
See what I mean? We don't tend to scream
Baby, we just stare at the screen
Like it's a preacherman up at the pulpit
Some with the scars end
Up holding the bullwhip
Another angry kid unloading a full clip
And I could tie a pretty bow on this bullshit
But let's not lie for another second
We see the trouble, we're rubberneckin'
No doublecheckin'
If it's an issue we have to grapple
The words are caught in my Adam's apple
I make my body a happy chapel
'Cause every person's a tabernacle
And there's no feeling you gotta hide
So let's all pray to the God inside
Say it now
Never needed a hand 'til you needed a hand
You never know how to
Walk until you understand
Coulda been anything that you needed to be
How many more do you want? How
Many more do you need?
Still, I wish I could break free
It’s that same old simple
Song I still believe
How many more do we need?
Before it’s hand over hand
Love over everything
That’s me with the long arm
Screaming at the top dog
Spilling my blood on the cement
We willing to roll now
Sick of getting mowed down
Fuck, if I dope now, it’d kill me
'Cause, I’d rather be known for the dealing
Than known to be hooked on the feeling
How many more gotta go now? How
Many more gotta go down?
I’ll stand in the rain witcha
Just to get a little bit of
Glimpse of the plain picture
People need a pinch just to
Get 'em to wake up
You’ll be in a ditch before I get
You to wake up, say it, bruh
Whoever said it wasn’t fair
They was telling the truth
I’d be a liar if I said
There was nothing to prove
Never needed a hand 'til you needed a hand
You never know how to
Walk until you understand
Coulda been anything that you needed to be
How many more do you want? How
Many more do you need?
Still, I wish I could break free
It’s that same old simple
Song I still believe
How many more do we need?
Before it’s hand over hand
Love over everything
They say we gotta know our role
Kiss the bottom of the totem pole
Set goals, and then go for gold
But we hibernate and hide
Inside our gopher holes
I wanna smoke a bowl, a hand on my dick
While the other one is busy
Clicking the remote control
I'm no Dalai Lama of the sofa but
I hear I gotta go to
Where the sinners face the roasting coals
You say that your heart ain't got
No holes, well, bitch, please
Let's all admit that we got
Souls like Swiss cheese
But wishing isn't gonna fill this abyss
And no hand over hand over fisted
Riches is fixin' what's missin'
If I wanna kill this monotony
I know the answer is a light that I got in me
I got no university degree in philosophy
But, I know that every baby's born
With the lock and key (Say it now)
Never needed a hand 'til you needed a hand
You never know how to
Walk until you understand
Coulda been anything that you needed to be
How many more do you want? How
Many more do you need?
Still, I wish I could break free
It’s that same old simple
Song I still believe
How many more do we need?
Before it’s hand over hand
Love over everything