In a world where everyone's racing to the top, our main man is just cruising, and he wants you to do the same. "Hands" is a sassy slap in the face of societal norms. It's about rejecting the rat race and embracing self-care. Mac Miller playfully mocks those who are too caught up in their own struggles, advising them to take a breather and enjoy life instead of being weighed down by unnecessary worries. He encourages listeners to stay in control of their lives, not letting anyone else take the wheel. The repeated phrase 'yeah' serves as an affirmation of his carefree attitude towards life. So folks, let's shed off that burden from our glass knees and live life at our own pace!
Hands
Lyrics
(Hey, yeah, hey, yeah)
(Hey, yeah, hey, yeah)
(Hey, yeah, hey, yeah)
(Hey, yeah, hey, yeah)
(Hey, yeah, hey, yeah)
(Hey, yeah, hey, yeah)
(Hey) yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Yeah, why don't you wake up from your bad dreams
When's the last time you took a little time for yourself?
There's no reason to be so down
Rather fly around like there's no ground
And I, I bet you wish you had these
'Cause carryin' this weight'll break your glass knees, yeah
Don't need no chauffeur, fuck the backseat
No, I stay behind the wheel and never half speed
Get the fuck out of my car, this ain't a taxi
They love to see me lonely, hate to see me happy
Call me what you want, she call me daddy
Got a knack for getting nasty everyday, we keep a tally, yeah
Oh, it's true, I want it badly
Hit the zoom, I be moving like a athlete
(Now concentrate) no reason to be that upset
I'm busy tripping 'bout some shit that still ain't even happen yet
I keep it honest as honesty gets
Don't know why I'm always talking if I'm not making sense
I spent my life living with a lot of regrets
You throw me off my high horse, I'll probably fall to my death
(Bad behavior) it's obvious you not on your best
I might just pull your card if it's on top of the deck
Gimme, gimme what I need and then I'm onto the next
That's what we calling cause and effect
Yeah, why don't you wake up from your bad dreams
When's the last time you took a little time for yourself?
There's no reason to be so down
Rather fly around like there's no ground
And I, I bet you with you had these
'Cause carrying this wait'll break your glass knees, yeah
Don't need no chauffeur, fuck the backseat
No, I stay behind the wheel and never half speed
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Writer(s): Jon Brion, Malcolm McCormick
Copyright(s): Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group, Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd.
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