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letra de regular handshake - windmills

[chorus]

…hand hug, tea cup, g-ngb-nger
making moves, brush off, air ball, dominator
yank and pull, high five, giving dap, limp wrist
tight fist, stiff-arm, triple pump
slap it with a knuckle bump, sweaty palms
dead fish, bone crusher, power grip
hand-wrestle, too aggressive
pulling on your fingertips, misfire, politician
southpaw, got soul, risk-taker, close-shaker
and they’re never letting go

[verse]

don’t be funny or cheesy, cold, clammy or greasy;
or try to shake hands after you use it for sneezing
waving around as if you’re writing graffiti
whenever you see me, keep it simple and easy
‘cause an arm in the air’s becoming something to plan for
shaking my hand as if it’s out on the dance floor
like shaking a hand after you’ve met in the dark
and i just don’t understand why people make it so hard
i’m thinking when did a handshake get so f-cking bizarre?
is it me getting old or have ya’ll took it too far?
whether delighted, too excited, polite or a sn0b
i’m sure you’re smooth and you’re flashy, whoever you are
then just you know what it is whenever i come around
‘cause sh-t has gotten outrageous, thanks for toning it down
i’d much rather we shake hands without any thought
than have a misunderstanding before we could start
hands caught or they’re tangled, is not what you aim for
repeating a handshake is quietly painful
you’re speaking a language without making sound
and this isn’t complaining; first impressions they count
i’m cool with shaking your hand without creating confusion
‘cause i’ve had my fair share and never found it amusing
don’t get it confused because i write and do music
that i’m supposed to shake hands a certain way that’ll prove it
‘cause some people expect me to know what they’re doing
yet they give it their own style n0body is using. yeah
i’ll look into the eyes of people thinking they’re satan
with no evil in mind, just how it’s testing my patience
deal with a world of almost nothing is sacred
as somebody who’d die so that his family makes it
i’ll take a regular handshake; it’s nothing too fancy
complicated, just add strength
they’re never the same way. they change every d-mn place
to know where your hand goes, it’s becoming a gamble
whenever the exchange is not on the same page
it’s ‘cause there’s insane ways of doing the same thing like:

[chorus]

[verse 2]

it’s not great to visit with handshake decisions
of c-cky, thumb wrestlers boxing my fingers
bad start, beginnings have add up and risen
from handshakes delivered like rock, paper, scissors
yet, let’s get together more often than never
you got strange deliveries. ease back a little
people wanting to shake hands like swimming with dolphins
like it happens too often, i keep coming across it
and all of this nonsense has gotten obnoxious
from coming in contact with too many options
i’m reaching exhaustion whenever it’s offered
overeager or cautious; people missing the target
d-mn! so many lonely roads. i’ve grown and despite this
i’ve seen enough to let it go
in moments of crisis
with people thinking who i am is nothing i’m writing
slitting their throat as if i know i where the knife is
i’m deeper than most, there’s no competing with dope
shake my hand like a man! i’m not a fan or a joke
just because i’m not rich, i’m not defeated or broke
yet, i’ve been smelling their breath as if they’re standing too close
i deal with fake motherf-ckas telling me that i’m fake
who do whatever they can, to say that i’m a disgrace
that’s being great motherf-cka, when they’re loving to hate
you for the person you are, and not the money you make
we’ve been expecting you! that’s how we execute
shrinking heads, then we’re on to the next balloon
if i’m in the house then it’s gonna need an extra roof
without a doubt, keep it coming like respect is due
we got a sound that’ll pound ‘till your neck is through
screaming loud like you want someone to rescue you!
i’m in the fight of my life and it’s been taking its toll
looking in the mirror like i’ve never seen you before
i’m getting dizzy. my life is spinning out of control
who i am or what i’ve known, it isn’t there anymore
everything i’ve ever written, it just isn’t enough!
rap is talking so much sh-t it won’t even flush
the smell has gotten so bad and been repeated enough
it’s like it’s trying to bring back “two girls and one cup”
man! i’m sick of the city, just like i’m sick of the burbs
i am sick of you b-tches and i am sick of you nerds
steady pointing your fingers with i’ll win in the end
of wherever that came from, the problem is him
come on! hey! let’s touch base to see how
things are going, while i’d straight lace your brain
in front of any crowd. it’s amazing what some people never figure out
just make sp-ce. i’ll show you what it’s all about. now

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