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