Testo Hands

(Lucas understands, only thing I'm focused on is music man, counting bands... warning people, Mr. Clean)

Don't let it go to your head, just let it go to your hands..

She like Lucas where'd you put all those feelings
I'm sure it gets cramped, ay
Don't let it go to your head, just let it go to your hands
Don't let it go to your head, just let it go to your hands Don't let it go to your head, just let it go to your hands

I won't get deterred
If you fuck up and loose something hope you find a lesson learned
And this a message to the world
Time made me old
White shine make me cold
(I can't remember what I was trying to do)
I'm trying to make a track to inspire the entire youth
And ever since she said she don't know what she trying to do
Driving by myself but I don't know where I'm riding to
At this point I would lie to myself before lie to you
My life a game of chess and I'm thinking bout every move
I'm questioning myself which is something I never do
It was always hard to put em in words with the rest of the groove Way he can take a beat and get a kick and make it loop
Weird Dane he can take a beat and make it thump and make it bump
You know what it is, I get this weed in lump sums
Funky reggae bass, Dane is on the drums
Somewhere in Tahiti with a whole lot of drugs

(She like Lucas where'd you put all those feelings)
She like Lucas where'd you put all those feelings
I'm sure it gets cramped, ay
Don't let it go to your head, just let it go to your hands
Don't let it go to your head, just let it go to your hands
Don't let it go to your head, just let it go to your hands

Hope you taking notes
Cause most the things I say should be online inside of quotes
And I don't mean to gloat
You don't think about it
You just think around it
(I can't remember what I was trying to do)
I'm trying to make a track that will change the way that we think
I'm just trying to figure out what really makes you tick
Switch up the arena from the hardwood to the rink
I can tell Young Mr. Clean on ice would be a hit
We right near Notre Dame we smoked a quarter in the whip
We bought another zip, a couple more days on this trip
Boy is wylin' out, he put that wok wok in the nip
Told him not to drink that unless he wants to get sick
One way you can live but there's a thousand ways to kick
We flew in over Boston it's so beautiful and lit
Lucas you gotta get money, you gotta get bands
I heard she got back with her mans
But she still want a patch on her pants
DJ!

(She like Lucas where'd you put all those feelings)
She like Lucas where'd you put all those feelings
I'm sure it gets cramped, ay
Don't let it go to your head, just let it go to your hands
Don't let it go to your head, just let it go to your hands
Don't let it go to your head, just let it go to your hands