Hand on Chest

(Start with the sand then bill' it up quickly
That's what they're on, on their way to top
It all falls apart, when they knew from the start
But wanna act like it weren't risky, (trust!)
Okwonko tings, haha)

I'm feeling brave this summer
You're so self-made, screaming SOS
But let's say we were then to save each other?
The waves would calm
They wouldn't need shade as cover
The faces change yet remain in colour, (echo)
Hand on my chest
When I come confess
How a field of wheat could've made us lovers
The moon would say

Making a move that you can't take
They can assume that they got the juice
And if they're able, they can't be Cane
Unless they're Michael
And I'm Bruce Wayne
Hand on my chest
I could've handled the candle
Alight at both ends
These man are dying the death
From the start
I've been a light in the ends

Came in the game with the bravest tekkers
Can't take an L when you're playing checkers
When they're on chess
I'm blessed 'cause my nights can never take L's
Their hell is their life won't generates wealth
My hell is the lie I won't elevate self
Speak for yourself
'Cause where were you man when I drank
From the deepest well?

This too shall pass, like the seasons
We ain't gotta ask for a reason
Let that go
Step in the dance
The way that you'd leave it
If you can't, take a step back

Waiting to let us in? Time to trespass
Got no ink to print? Well, my pen has
'Cause when we come to win
With what's within
You know I'm right
'Cause I write with my left hand

Like pride that comes with the fall
The life I live, I don't need to perform
Got my line, need a reason to call
Don't lie about what's harder to find
I'll ask if it's keys or the door?
Don't part with your shine
To be reasonable
What's lasted the time is
Part of the why we side
With defeat when it's teaching us all
When it's all too deep to ignore

I'm feeling brave this summer
You're so self-made, screaming SOS
But let's say we were then to save each other?
The waves would calm
They wouldn't need shade as cover
The faces change yet remain in colour, (echo)
Hand on my chest
When I come confess
How a field of wheat could've made us lovers
The moon would say

Making a move that you can't take
They can assume that they got the juice
And if they're able, they can't be Cane
Unless they're Michael
And I'm Bruce Wayne
Hand on my chest
I could've handled the candle
Alight at both ends
These man are dying the death
From the start
I've been a light in the ends