Hand Over Hand

Watsky

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Tom:
Am D It's the American dream
C Am G Am But if you pull on the thread, it's gonna tear at the seam
D C See what I mean? We don't tend to scream
Am G Baby, we just stare at the screen
Am D Like it's a preacherman up at the pulpit
C Am G Some with the scars end up holding the bullwhip
Am D Another angry kid unloading a full clip
C Am G And I could tie a pretty bow on this bullshit
Am D But let's not lie for another second
C Am We see the trouble, we're rubberneckin
G Am D No doublecheckin, if it's an issue we have to grapple
C Am G The words are caught in my Adam's apple
Am D I make my body a happy chapel
C Am G Cause every person's a tabernacle
Am D But there's no feeling you gotta hide
C Am G So let's all pray to the God inside, say it now (Chorus)
D Am Never needed a hand til you needed a hand
F G You never know how to walk until you understand
D Am Coulda been anything that you needed to be
F G How many more do you want? How many more do you need?
Am D C G Still I wish I could break free
Am D C G It’s that same old simple song I still believe
Am D C G How many more do we need?
Am D Before it’s hand over hand
C G Love over everything
Am D That’s me with the long arm
C Am G Screaming at the top dog, spilling my blood on the cement
Am D C We willing to roll now, sick of getting mowed down
Am G Fuck if I dope now, it’d kill me
Am D Cause I’d rather be known for the dealing
C Am G Than known to be hooked on the feeling
Am D C Am G How many more gotta go now? How many more gotta go down?
Am D C Am I’ll stand in the rain witcha, just to get a little bit of glimpse of the plain picture
G Am D People need a pinch just to get em to wake up
C Am G You’ll be in a ditch before I get you to wake up, say it bruh
Am D C Am G Whoever said it wasn’t fair, they was telling the truth
Am D C Am G I’d be a liar if I said there was nothing to prove {Chorus}
Am D They say we gotta know our role
C Am G Kiss the bottom of the totem pole
Am D Set goals, and then go for gold
C Am G But we hibernate and hide inside our gopher holes
Am D I wanna smoke a bowl, a hand on my dick
C Am G While the other one is busy clicking the remote control
Am D C I'm no Dalai Lama of the sofa but I hear I gotta go to
Am G Where the sinners face the roasting coals
Am D You say that your heart ain't got no holes, well bitch please
C Am G Let's all admit that we got souls like Swiss cheese
Am D But wishing isn't gonna fill this abyss
C Am G And no hand over hand over fisted riches is fixin what's missing
Am D If I wanna kill this monotony
C Am G I know the answer is a light that I got in me
Am D I got no university degree in philosophy
C Am G But I know that every baby's born with the lock and key, say it now
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Composição: George Watsky

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