He found all hands against his own You say you?re alone He found all hands against his own You say you?re alone He found all hands against his own You
Vertaling: The Black Keys. Alle handen tegen zijn eigen.
He found all hands against his own You say you're alone He found all hands against his own You say you're alone He found all hands against his own You
keep rising From the ghetto, not always ghetto minded Some is striving, the finish line they never find it All of a sudden they life stops From black on black
Now, throw ya motherfuckin' hands Get em high All the girls pass the weed to ya motherfuckin' man Get em high Now, I ain't never tell you to put down ya hands
in a brown gown They ain't passin', no time for dashin' Looked in my mirror, I seen red lights flashin' He had his hand on his gun on his hip And when
I puts in work now watch me skirt I heard 'em callin' me but then I ball and see 'Cause if you're ballin' me, you got your own set of keys The breeze
into his side Talk to Jesus Christ As if he knows the reasons why He did it all for you Did it all for you He did it all for you 5: Orestes Metaphor
all That Jazz [Announcer] Make that two) [Velma Kelly] And all that jazz And all that jazz Slick your hair And wear your buckle shoes And all that Jazz
I puts in work now watch me skirt I heard 'em callin' me but then I ball and see Cause if you're ballin' me you got your own set of keys The breeze
The black Here we go again Homey over there knows Keith an But he be thiefin' I don't trust him Rather bust 'em Up out goes his hand and I cough He once
, th-th-through ya motherfuckin hands GET EM HIGH All the girls pass the weed to ya motherfuckin man GET EM HIGH Now I ain't never tell you to put down ya hands
while I puts in work now watch me skirt I heard 'em callin' me but then I ball and see Cause if you're ballin' me you got your own set of keys The breeze
black Here we go again Homey over there knows Keith an But he be thiefin' I don't trust him Rather bust 'em Up out goes his hand and I cough He
th-th-through ya motherfuckin hands GET EM HIGH All the girls pass the weed to ya motherfuckin man GET EM HIGH Now I ain't never tell you to put down ya hands
The black Here we go again Homey over there knows Keith an But he be thiefin' I don't trust him Rather bust 'em Up out goes his hand and I cough
