Hand Over Hand - Watsky, Anderson .Paak

It’s the American dream

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

But 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

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