Blur My Hands (feat. Guy Sebastian)

Lyrics

From the floating death, to the fire of death
 To a flower outside my grave and oh man
 Were you just being polite with your hands?
 Take time to learn me like court appointed attorneys
 Restore the order, we either join or adjourning
 Less you join I'm up performing the journey
 In all earnest, I go so Bernie
 Takes another nigga to turn me
 Get it straight, I ain't late on states
 I'm just sternly stating
 How what I do, with grace takes another nigga to turn mean
 My return means like blockbuster with a tick
 And I ain't kind but I don't hit
 So you starting at the end, that's the part where you begin
 I skip the bullshit so we can start it where we win
 Yeah, spoiler alert
 I can hear you all saying "boy you're a jerk"
 But it's cool though, know we gotta rule yo
 Get in, then we win and do it all again, ho
 From the floating death, to the fire of death
 To a flower outside of my grave and oh man
 Were you just being polite with your hands?
 And it really means I'm number one, and you're a fan
 Well that's cool, cause I think you're number one too
 Yeah that's cool, cause I think you're number one too
 Yeah that's cool, cause I think you're number one
 Me and [?] we made a deal, that I'm gon' keep 'em real
 And they show me their secrets, I can even cop a feel
 Victorious, can't match wit, with warriors
 I match wig with wits, similarly can match sticks with forests'
 Only you can prevent what I do
 Only due can prevent what's my view
 I match matchsticks with wicks
 Wicker man, take a sip of liquor and
 Spit the lip off warriors
 And spit flames, nigga get in the gang ahh
 From the floating death, to the fire of death
 To a flower outside of my grave and oh man
 Were you just being polite with your hands?
 And it really means I'm number one, and you're a fan
 Well that's cool, cause I think you're number one too
 Yeah that's cool, cause I think you're number one too
 Yeah that's cool, cause I think you're number one
 It's road rage, without a roll cage
 Takes cold rage to run on this road race
 I know you like "no way", but I'm a full race
 Also every soccer Terry Fox moulding, go ahead
 Don't stop, go ahead
 Sitting in your car, just listening to the bars
 And there's traffic all around and you feel like falling down
 And the music that I'm spewing out, enough to calm him down
 'Fore you know you watch your car with your briefcase walkin' round
 And them dollars from the budget that went to S1 Production
 And Sebastian on the hook, like being dug by Michael Douglas
 So don't start that walk through Echo Park
 My life's a 101 and you caught up in the jam
 Just show some love back to your number one fan
 From the floating death, to the fire of death
 To a flower outside of my grave and oh man
 Were you just being polite with your hands?
 And it really means I'm number one, and you're a fan
 Well that's cool, cause I think you're number one too
 Yeah that's cool, cause I think you're number one too
 Yeah that's cool, cause I think you're number one
 

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Song Details

Duration
05:27
Key
10
Tempo
80 BPM

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