Hand Over Hand Lyrics - 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 

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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 

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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