Cifra de Hand Over Hand - Watsky
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Primeiro acorde: Am 5 acordes identificados
Am D C Am G x2
Am D
It's the American dream
But if you pull on the thread, it's gonna tear at the seam
D C
See what I mean? We don't tend to scream
Baby, we just stare at the screen
Am D
Like it's a preacherman up at the pulpit
C Am G
Some with the scars end up holding the bullwhip
Am D
Another angry kid unloading a full clip
C Am G
And I could tie a pretty bow on this bullshit
Am D
But let's not lie for another second
C Am
We see the trouble, we're rubberneckin
No doublecheckin, if it's an issue we have to grapple
C Am G
The words are caught in my Adam's apple
Am D
I make my body a happy chapel
C Am G
Cause every person's a tabernacle
Am D
But there's no feeling you gotta hide
C Am G
So let's all pray to the God inside, say it now
[Refrão] D Am
Never needed a hand til you needed a hand
You never know how to walk until you understand
Coulda been anything that you needed to be
How many more do you want? How many more do you need?
Am D C G
Still I wish I could break free
It’s that same old simple song I still believe
Am D C G
How many more do we need?
Before it’s hand over hand
C G
Love over everything
Am D
That’s me with the long arm
Screaming at the top dog, spilling my blood on the cement
Am D C
We willing to roll now, sick of getting mowed down
Fuck if I dope now, it’d kill me
Am D
Cause I’d rather be known for the dealing
C Am G
Than known to be hooked on the feeling
Am D C Am G
How many more gotta go now? How many more gotta go down?
Am D C Am
I’ll stand in the rain witcha, just to get a little bit of glimpse of the plain picture
G Am D
People need a pinch just to get em to wake up
C Am G
You’ll be in a ditch before I get you to wake up, say it bruh
Am D C Am G
Whoever said it wasn’t fair, they was telling the truth
Am D C Am G
I’d be a liar if I said there was nothing to prove
{Chorus}
Am D
They say we gotta know our role
C Am G
Kiss the bottom of the totem pole
Am D
Set goals, and then go for gold
But we hibernate and hide inside our gopher holes
I wanna smoke a bowl, a hand on my dick
While the other one is busy clicking the remote control
I'm no Dalai Lama of the sofa but I hear I gotta go to
Where the sinners face the roasting coals
You say that your heart ain't got no holes, well bitch please
C Am G
Let's all admit that we got souls like Swiss cheese
Am D
But wishing isn't gonna fill this abyss
And no hand over hand over fisted riches is fixin what's missing
Am D
If I wanna kill this monotony
I know the answer is a light that I got in me
I got no university degree in philosophy
But I know that every baby's born with the lock and key, say it now
(Chorus)