Shake Hands by Myelin Lansky Lyrics
[Intro]
Sometimes you just get a sign and you know that this is what I should be doing right now
[Verse 1]
A lotta talking, lotta backstabbing/
They wanna have it and can't grasp that
They got lost in their bad habits/
With wack rappers and weak beats/
Backpackers running the streets with shitty weed/
But whats the seed to the full grown tree/
Whats the rain to a cold blue sea/
I can never understand these moves/
Like the industry tryn'a fool ya dudes/ but me?!
A lotta moves that we don't talk about/
Situations i just walk around/
You can think I'm a weirdo, but this weirdo
Gonna be cool till I'm six feet deep/
So fuck ur mp3, Spotify, all of that/
My shit keep spinning like laundromats/
I'm just tryn'a see where shorty at/
If she horny yet, she gon' feel the aftermath/ whoa
I ain't no doctor, ain't no drake/
Ain't no poser ain't no fake/
That's why its gonna be quiet at my wake/
Cuz a lotta friends mean that a lotta people fake/
I keep the pen in my palm tight/
In dim light on a calm night/ flexing/
She was a sight for sore eyes/ we relaxing/
We might miss our next flight to heaven/ whatever
[Chorus]
Did you ever shake hands with a dead man? (2x)
[Verse 2]
Now dudes in my DM, at 2 PM/
That want me at their weak event next weekend/
For what its worth/ I like to splurge
On nice things on the regular, that means i need cash,so lets pretend for a minute/
I do what i do and you do ur part too/
Instead u got your hand out like you're doing Kung Fu/
I only run with generals that been reading Sun Tzu/
You proud to be a foot soldier to some weak dude/
Yeah, you gotta carry you own/
Buddha cheese put me back in that zone/
Those that get it together ain't walking alone/
I'm from the era where people spit bars and talent was shown/
I'm glowing with the doom/
Watch yourself grow on my tunes, like you cultivating shrooms/
They say don't get high on ya own supply/
But the pen so live,i just caught a whiff of that fly shit/
Sometimes you just get a sign and you know that this is what I should be doing right now
[Verse 1]
A lotta talking, lotta backstabbing/
They wanna have it and can't grasp that
They got lost in their bad habits/
With wack rappers and weak beats/
Backpackers running the streets with shitty weed/
But whats the seed to the full grown tree/
Whats the rain to a cold blue sea/
I can never understand these moves/
Like the industry tryn'a fool ya dudes/ but me?!
A lotta moves that we don't talk about/
Situations i just walk around/
You can think I'm a weirdo, but this weirdo
Gonna be cool till I'm six feet deep/
So fuck ur mp3, Spotify, all of that/
My shit keep spinning like laundromats/
I'm just tryn'a see where shorty at/
If she horny yet, she gon' feel the aftermath/ whoa
I ain't no doctor, ain't no drake/
Ain't no poser ain't no fake/
That's why its gonna be quiet at my wake/
Cuz a lotta friends mean that a lotta people fake/
I keep the pen in my palm tight/
In dim light on a calm night/ flexing/
She was a sight for sore eyes/ we relaxing/
We might miss our next flight to heaven/ whatever
[Chorus]
Did you ever shake hands with a dead man? (2x)
[Verse 2]
Now dudes in my DM, at 2 PM/
That want me at their weak event next weekend/
For what its worth/ I like to splurge
On nice things on the regular, that means i need cash,so lets pretend for a minute/
I do what i do and you do ur part too/
Instead u got your hand out like you're doing Kung Fu/
I only run with generals that been reading Sun Tzu/
You proud to be a foot soldier to some weak dude/
Yeah, you gotta carry you own/
Buddha cheese put me back in that zone/
Those that get it together ain't walking alone/
I'm from the era where people spit bars and talent was shown/
I'm glowing with the doom/
Watch yourself grow on my tunes, like you cultivating shrooms/
They say don't get high on ya own supply/
But the pen so live,i just caught a whiff of that fly shit/