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