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Hands
8
Hip-Hop/Rap
Hands was released on July 25, 2025 by Good Coffee Entertainment as a part of the album Thoughts Becoming Music
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Release DateJuly 25, 2025
LabelGood Coffee Entertainment
LanguageEnglish
Melodicness
Acousticness
Valence
Danceability
Energy
BPM85

Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Bob Rok
Bob Rok
Vocals
Greenlights Music
Greenlights Music
Vocals
ALO
ALO
Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Andres Roland
Andres Roland
Songwriter
Alberto Mejia
Alberto Mejia
Songwriter
Nicolas Garcia
Nicolas Garcia
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Andres Roland
Andres Roland
Co-Producer
Alberto Mejia
Alberto Mejia
Co-Producer
Nicolas Garcia
Nicolas Garcia
Co-Producer

Lyrics

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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