Look At Your Hands

Album: I Can Feel You Creep Into My Private Life (2017)
  • He got the
    Got, got, got, got, got
    He got
    He got, he got, he got
    He got, he got, he got, he got

    La la la la la la la look at your hands, your hands
    Look, la la look at your hands, your hands
    Look at all the objects in your hands, your hands
    La la look at your hands, your

    La la la la la la la look at your hands, your hands
    Look, la la look at your hands, your hands
    Turning objects over in your hands, your hands
    La la look at your hands, your hands

    La la la la la la look at my hands, my plan
    Shoot, I should've faced that, placed that
    Tell me my own father is a wicked man
    Na na na na na na na now it's my hands, my hands

    How much would it cost to make it my plan, my man?
    Ooh, I wanna taste that, waste that
    Sell me my own water off of my own land
    Na na na na na na na now it's my hands, my hands

    La la la la la la la look at your hands, your hands
    Look, la la look at your hands, your hands
    Look at all the objects in your hands, your hands
    La la look at your hands, your

    He got
    He got the shadow to follow the foe
    He got got that thing to go
    La la locked and loaded and ready to go
    He got lots of things to go, oh

    He got the shadow to follow the foe
    He got got that thing to go
    La la locked and loaded and ready to go
    He got lots of things to go

    He got the shadow to follow the foe
    He got got that thing to go
    La la locked and loaded and ready to go
    Got, got, got, got, got, got, got, got, got

    He got
    He got
    He got
    He got, he got, he got, he got, he got
    He got, got, he, he got

    He got the shadow to follow the foe
    He got got that thing to go
    La la locked and loaded and ready to go
    He got lots of things to go

    Harmony, harmony
    Vibration when voices are free
    Harmony, harmony
    How I long to see

    No, how much would it cost to make it my plan, my man?
    Ooh, I wanna taste that, waste that
    Tell me my own father is a wicked man
    Now it's my hands, my hands

    La la la la la la la look at your hands, your hands
    Look, la la look at your hands, your hands
    Look at all the objects in your hands, your hands
    La la look at your hands, your hands Writer/s: Merrill Garbus, Nate Brenner
    Publisher: Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd.
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