DJ Lucas - Hands lyrics
(Lucas understands, only thing I'm focused on is music man, counting bands... warning people, Mr. Clean) Don't let it go to your head, just let it go to your hands.. She like Lucas where'd you put all those feelings I'm sure it gets cramped, ay Don't let it go to your head, just let it go to your hands Don't let it go to your head, just let it go to your hands Don't let it go to your head, just let it go to your hands I won't get deterred If you f** up and loose something hope you find a lesson learned And this a message to the world Time made me old White shine make me cold (I can't remember what I was trying to do) I'm trying to make a track to inspire the entire youth And ever since she said she don't know what she trying to do Driving by myself but I don't know where I'm riding to At this point I would lie to myself before lie to you My life a game of chess and I'm thinking bout every move I'm questioning myself which is something I never do It was always hard to put em in words with the rest of the groove Way he can take a beat and get a kick and make it loop Weird Dane he can take a beat and make it thump and make it bump You know what it is, I get this weed in lump sums Funky reggae ba**, Dane is on the drums Somewhere in Tahiti with a whole lot of d** (She like Lucas where'd you put all those feelings) She like Lucas where'd you put all those feelings I'm sure it gets cramped, ay Don't let it go to your head, just let it go to your hands Don't let it go to your head, just let it go to your hands Don't let it go to your head, just let it go to your hands Hope you taking notes Cause most the things I say should be online inside of quotes And I don't mean to gloat You don't think about it You just think around it (I can't remember what I was trying to do) I'm trying to make a track that will change the way that we think I'm just trying to figure out what really makes you tick Switch up the arena from the hardwood to the rink I can tell Young Mr. Clean on ice would be a hit We right near Notre Dame we smoked a quarter in the whip We bought another zip, a couple more days on this trip Boy is wylin' out, he put that wok wok in the nip Told him not to drink that unless he wants to get sick One way you can live but there's a thousand ways to kick We flew in over Boston it's so beautiful and lit Lucas you gotta get money, you gotta get bands I heard she got back with her mans But she still want a patch on her pants DJ! (She like Lucas where'd you put all those feelings) She like Lucas where'd you put all those feelings I'm sure it gets cramped, ay Don't let it go to your head, just let it go to your hands Don't let it go to your head, just let it go to your hands Don't let it go to your head, just let it go to your hands