Windmills - Regular Handshake lyrics

[Chorus] …Hand hug, tea cup, g**ner Making moves, brush off, air ball, dominator Yank and pull, high five, giving dap, limp wrist Tight fist, stiff-arm, triple pump Slap it with a knuckle bump, sweaty palms Dead fish, bone crusher, power grip Hand-wrestle, too aggressive Pulling on your fingertips, misfire, politician Southpaw, got soul, risk-taker, close-shaker And they're never letting go [VERSE] Don't be funny or cheesy, cold, clammy or greasy; Or try to shake hands after you use it for sneezing Waving around as if you're writing graffiti Whenever you see me, keep it simple and easy ‘Cause an arm in the air's becoming something to plan for Shaking my hand as if it's out on the dance floor Like shaking a hand after you've met in the dark And I just don't understand why people make it so hard I'm thinking when did a handshake get so f**ing bizarre? Is it me getting old or have ya'll took it too far? Whether delighted, too excited, polite or a snob I'm sure you're smooth and you're flashy, whoever you are Then just you know what it is whenever I come around ‘Cause sh** has gotten outrageous, thanks for toning it down I'd much rather we shake hands without any thought Than have a misunderstanding before we could start Hands caught or they're tangled, is not what you aim for Repeating a handshake is quietly painful You're speaking a language without making sound And this isn't complaining; first impressions they count I'm cool with shaking your hand without creating confusion ‘Cause I've had my fair share and never found it amusing Don't get it confused because I write and do music That I'm supposed to shake hands a certain way that'll prove it ‘Cause some people expect me to know what they're doing Yet they give it their own style nobody is using. Yeah I'll look into the eyes of people thinking they're Satan With no evil in mind, just how it's testing my patience Deal with a world of almost nothing is sacred As somebody who'd die so that his family makes it I'll take a regular handshake; it's nothing too fancy Complicated, just add strength They're never the same way. They change every damn place To know where your hand goes, it's becoming a gamble Whenever the exchange is not on the same page It's ‘cause there's insane ways of doing the same thing like: [Chorus] [VERSE 2] It's not great to visit with handshake decisions Of co*ky, thumb wrestlers boxing my fingers Bad start, beginnings have add up and risen From handshakes delivered like rock, paper, scissors Yet, let's get together more often than never You got strange deliveries. Ease back a little People wanting to shake hands like swimming with dolphins Like it happens too often, I keep coming across it And all of this nonsense has gotten obnoxious From coming in contact with too many options I'm reaching exhaustion whenever it's offered Overeager or cautious; people missing the target Damn! So many lonely roads. I've grown and despite this I've seen enough to let it go In moments of crisis With people thinking who I am is nothing I'm writing Slitting their throat as if I know I where the knife is I'm deeper than most, there's no competing with dope Shake my hand like a man! I'm not a fan or a joke Just because I'm not rich, I'm not defeated or broke Yet, I've been smelling their breath as if they're standing too close I deal with fake motherf**as telling me that I'm fake Who do whatever they can, to say that I'm a disgrace That's being great motherf**a, when they're loving to hate You for the person you are, and not the money you make We've been expecting you! That's how we execute Shrinking heads, then we're on to the next balloon If I'm in the house then it's gonna need an extra roof Without a doubt, keep it coming like respect is due We got a sound that'll pound ‘till your neck is through Screaming loud like you want someone to rescue you! I'm in the fight of my life and it's been taking its toll Looking in the mirror like I've never seen you before I'm getting dizzy. My life is spinning out of control Who I am or what I've known, it isn't there anymore Everything I've ever written, it just isn't enough! Rap is talking so much sh** it won't even flush The smell has gotten so bad and been repeated enough It's like it's trying to bring back “two girls and one cup” Man! I'm sick of the city, just like I'm sick of the burbs I am sick of you b**hes and I am sick of you nerds Steady pointing your fingers with I'll win in the end Of wherever that came from, the problem is him Come on! Hey! Let's touch base to see how Things are going, while I'd straight lace your brain In front of any crowd. It's amazing what some people never figure out Just make space. I'll show you what it's all about. Now [Chorus]