Credits
PERFORMING ARTISTS
Public Works
Performer
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Jacob Daniel Dietrich
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
louis attillio vigorito
Mixing Engineer
Reinaldo Diaz
Mixing Engineer
Lyrics
I used to think I was gay
But I knew I was straight
The look on my father's face
There will be nothing to say towards that
Yeah, I'd have to pay for that
I used to sneak out the house
To smoke a boagie with Joey
Nickles and dimes out the couch
To buy an eighth for my homies
I like to pay for my friends
I'll never see 'em again
I went and moved across country like I had something to prove
And then I ran out of money, I needed something to do
While smoking shit out the pipe
I like to scrape what's inside
And as I lay on the carpet I realized everything's bad
'Cause now I'm in his apartment, he puts a beer in my hands and tells me
"Drink if you want", he puts his hand on my chunk
So keep your hands to yourself
If you wanna touch me, then ask me
Keep your hands to yourself
Why do I feel bad for asking?
Keep your hands to yourself
Because I feel like I'm nasty
Keep your hands to yourself
Hands, hands to yourself
Because somebody touched my body with their body, it was gross, yeah
I sold my body for some cocaine and now I'm making money fucking someone else's throat, yeah
LA was nothing like a home, yeah
Because somebody touched my body with their body, it was gross, yeah
I sold my body for some cocaine and now I'm making money fucking someone else's throat, yeah
LA was nothing like a home, yeah
I know a boy for sale
He do sex shit cheap
On his hands and his knees
He don't do shit for free
You can use him and abuse him, you can do shit for cheap
So I've got this real, why the devil choose me?
Yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah
So keep your hands to yourself
If you wanna touch me, then ask me
Keep your hands to yourself
Why do I feel bad for asking?
Keep your hands to yourself
Because I feel like I'm nasty
Keep your hands to yourself
Hands, hands to yourself
Because somebody touched my body with their body, it was gross, yeah
I sold my body for some cocaine and now I'm making money fucking someone else's throat, yeah
LA was nothing like a home, yeah
Because somebody touched my body with their body, it was gross, yeah
I sold my body for some cocaine and now I'm making money fucking someone else's throat, yeah
Hands, hands to yourself
Written by: Jacob Daniel Dietrich
