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Date of issue: 15.12.2014
Song language: English
Regular Handshake |
…Hand hug, tea cup, gangbanger |
Making moves, brush off, air ball, dominator |
Yank and pull, high five, giving dap, limp wrist |
Tight fist, stiff-arm, triple pump |
Slap it with a knuckle bump, sweaty palms |
Dead fish, bone crusher, power grip |
Hand-wrestle, too aggressive |
Pulling on your fingertips, misfire, politician |
Southpaw, got soul, risk-taker, close-shaker |
And they’re never letting go |
Don’t be funny or cheesy, cold, clammy or greasy; |
Or try to shake hands after you use it for sneezing |
Waving around as if you’re writing graffiti |
Whenever you see me, keep it simple and easy |
‘Cause an arm in the air’s becoming something to plan for |
Shaking my hand as if it’s out on the dance floor |
Like shaking a hand after you’ve met in the dark |
And I just don’t understand why people make it so hard |
I’m thinking when did a handshake get so fucking bizarre? |
Is it me getting old or have ya’ll took it too far? |
Whether delighted, too excited, polite or a snob |
I’m sure you’re smooth and you’re flashy, whoever you are |
Then just you know what it is whenever I come around |
‘Cause shit has gotten outrageous, thanks for toning it down |
I’d much rather we shake hands without any thought |
Than have a misunderstanding before we could start |
Hands caught or they’re tangled, is not what you aim for |
Repeating a handshake is quietly painful |
You’re speaking a language without making sound |
And this isn’t complaining; |
first impressions they count |
I’m cool with shaking your hand without creating confusion |
‘Cause I’ve had my fair share and never found it amusing |
Don’t get it confused because I write and do music |
That I’m supposed to shake hands a certain way that’ll prove it |
‘Cause some people expect me to know what they’re doing |
Yet they give it their own style nobody is using. |
Yeah |
I’ll look into the eyes of people thinking they’re Satan |
With no evil in mind, just how it’s testing my patience |
Deal with a world of almost nothing is sacred |
As somebody who’d die so that his family makes it |
I’ll take a regular handshake; |
it’s nothing too fancy |
Complicated, just add strength |
They’re never the same way. |
They change every damn place |
To know where your hand goes, it’s becoming a gamble |
Whenever the exchange is not on the same page |
It’s ‘cause there’s insane ways of doing the same thing like: |
It’s not great to visit with handshake decisions |
Of cocky, thumb wrestlers boxing my fingers |
Bad start, beginnings have add up and risen |
From handshakes delivered like rock, paper, scissors |
Yet, let’s get together more often than never |
You got strange deliveries. |
Ease back a little |
People wanting to shake hands like swimming with dolphins |
Like it happens too often, I keep coming across it |
And all of this nonsense has gotten obnoxious |
From coming in contact with too many options |
I’m reaching exhaustion whenever it’s offered |
Overeager or cautious; |
people missing the target |
Damn! |
So many lonely roads. |
I’ve grown and despite this |
I’ve seen enough to let it go |
In moments of crisis |
With people thinking who I am is nothing I’m writing |
Slitting their throat as if I know I where the knife is |
I’m deeper than most, there’s no competing with dope |
Shake my hand like a man! |
I’m not a fan or a joke |
Just because I’m not rich, I’m not defeated or broke |
Yet, I’ve been smelling their breath as if they’re standing too close |
I deal with fake motherfuckas telling me that I’m fake |
Who do whatever they can, to say that I’m a disgrace |
That’s being great motherfucka, when they’re loving to hate |
You for the person you are, and not the money you make |
We’ve been expecting you! |
That’s how we execute |
Shrinking heads, then we’re on to the next balloon |
If I’m in the house then it’s gonna need an extra roof |
Without a doubt, keep it coming like respect is due |
We got a sound that’ll pound ‘till your neck is through |
Screaming loud like you want someone to rescue you! |
I’m in the fight of my life and it’s been taking its toll |
Looking in the mirror like I’ve never seen you before |
I’m getting dizzy. |
My life is spinning out of control |
Who I am or what I’ve known, it isn’t there anymore |
Everything I’ve ever written, it just isn’t enough! |
Rap is talking so much shit it won’t even flush |
The smell has gotten so bad and been repeated enough |
It’s like it’s trying to bring back «two girls and one cup» |
Man! |
I’m sick of the city, just like I’m sick of the burbs |
I am sick of you bitches and I am sick of you nerds |
Steady pointing your fingers with I’ll win in the end |
Of wherever that came from, the problem is him |
Come on! |
Hey! |
Let’s touch base to see how |
Things are going, while I’d straight lace your brain |
In front of any crowd. |
It’s amazing what some people never figure out |
Just make space. |
I’ll show you what it’s all about. |
Now |