Hands — Bob Rok, Greenlights Music & ALO: letras e videoclipes das músicas e shows

Bob Rok, Greenlights Music & ALO

Hands

9

Hip-Hop/Rap

Hands foi lançado em 25 de julho de 2025 por Good Coffee Entertainment como parte do álbum Thoughts Becoming Music

Informações da música

ÁlbumThoughts Becoming Music

Data de lançamento25 de julho de 2025

SeloGood Coffee Entertainment

IdiomaEnglish

Melodicidade

Acusticidade

Valence

Dançabilidade

Energia

BPM

RESUMO

LETRA

Créditos

INTERPRETAÇÃO

Bob Rok

Vocais

Greenlights Music

Greenlights Music

Vocais

ALO

Vocais

COMPOSIÇÃO E LETRA

Nicolas Garcia

Composição

Andres Roland

Composição

Alberto Mejia

Composição

PRODUÇÃO E ENGENHARIA

Nicolas Garcia

Coprodução

Andres Roland

Coprodução

Alberto Mejia

Coprodução

Letra

Toasted bread for breakfast

Chase it with some coffee

Paul McCartney's vocals

In the background playing softly

When the waiting and the wanting

Break the day down into options

The city's here to process, imitate and offset

Bobby pack a wallop into speakers and a concept

Teaching all the creatures how to creep into the project

Turn a scene of people into equals you can rock with

I don't follow leaders, 'cause their sneakers reek of dog shit

Eager little eagles trying to reason with their hostage

Drowning in the bullets you've been feeding to your offspring

An axe is not a tree because the handle's made of wood

It could clear the forest clean 'cause it's built to wish it could

Not a thing in common with a Congress making millions

It ain't anything but civil when they call you a civilian

Struggle's not a virtue if it leads to your collapse

When you can't leave where they put you

I would call that shit trap

It's a bottle or a lover or stack of losing tickets

Anger turns to hunger as you lean into your limits

Now tell with a straight face do you want to hit this?

Hunger makes you drastic it's all violence sex and taxes

Money is a scam, and a curse upon your land

Now say it all together let me see your fucking hands

Now say it all together let me see your fucking hands

End the evening in socks

Trying to further the plot

I dig the still of the dark

Against the thrill of the hunt

I'm in the thick of the brush

I feel at peace in the muck

I pay my dues in the dirt

Skin is covered in mud

Forest whispers in grunts

Are you hungry or broke?

The bow and arrow retort

Like you don't want any smoke

At the mouth of the fire

Prep and cleaning the catch

You were probably right

When you feeling attacked

Every bird is always watching

Voles close enough to listen

There's a pack of wolves enforcing

How you carry out the mission

Plants and grasses growing

Are competing for the take

Dirt is tracking every footstep

They can tally up and trace

Justice handed down by rivers

Nothing stronger than the current

It's the creature trying to eat you

That is also full of courage

Hobbled brick and mortar

Dying slowly like a language

Feeling fluent in the ruins

Of a habitat in panic

You should learn to strive for purpose

You could lose it in an instant

Now tell me with a straight face

Do you want to hit this?

Money is a scam, and a curse upon the land

Now say it all together let me see your fucking hands

Written by: Alberto Mejia, Andres Roland, Nicolas Garcia

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