Blur My Hands (feat. Guy Sebastian)

(Hey, hey, hey, hey)

From the floating death, to the fire of death

To a flower outside my grave and oh man

(Oh, oh)

Were you just being polite with your hands?

What were you sayin'

Take time to learn me like court appointed attorneys

Restore the order, we either join or adjourning

Less you join I'm up performing the journey

(Whoo)

In all earnest, I go so Bernie

(Whoo)

Takes another **** to turn me

Get it straight, I ain't late on states

(Huh)

I'm just sternly stating

How what I do, with grace takes another **** to turn mean

My return means like blockbuster with a tick

And I ain't kind but I don't hit

(Huh)

So you starting at the end, that's the part where you begin

(Yeah)

I skip the bullshit so we can start it where we win

(Yeah, whoo, huh)

Yeah, spoiler alert

I can hear you all saying "Boy you're a jerk"

But it's cool though, know we gotta rule yo

Get in, then we win and do it all again, huh

From the floating death, to the fire of death

To a flower outside of my grave and oh man

Were you just being polite with your hands?

And it really means I'm number one, and you're a fan

Well that's cool, 'cause I think you're number one too

Yeah that's cool, 'cause I think you're number one too

Yeah that's cool, 'cause I think you're number one, too

Me and Wasalu we made a deal, that I'm gon' keep 'em real

(Huh)

And they show me their secrets, I can even cop a feel

(Huh)

Victorious

(Yeah)

Can't match wit, with warriors

(Huh)

I match wig with wits, similarly can match sticks with forests'

(Whoo)

Only you can prevent what I do

(Heh)

Only due can prevent what's my view

I match matchsticks with wicks

(Yeah)

Wicker man, take a sip of liquor and

(And)

Spit the lip off warriors

And spit flames, **** get in the gang ahh

Yeah

From the floating death, to the fire of death

To a flower outside of my grave

(Say what)

And oh man

Or were you just being polite with your hands?

And it really means I'm number one

(Yeah)

And you're a fan

(Solid)

Well that's cool, 'cause I think you're number one too, yeah

Yeah that's cool, 'cause I think you're number one too, yeah

But as for me, 'cause I think you're number one too

It's road rage, without a roll cage

Takes courage to run on this road race

I know you like "No way", But I'm a full race

Also every soccer Terry Fox moulding, go ahead

Don't stop, go ahead

Sitting in your car, just listening to the bars

And there's traffic all around and you feel like falling down

And the music that I'm spewing out, enough to calm him down

'Fore you know you watch your car with your briefcase walkin' round

And them dollars from the budget that went to S1 Production

And Sebastian on the hook, like being dug by Michael Douglas

Yeah

So don't start that walk through Echo Park

My life's a 101 and you caught up in the jam

(Jam)

Just show some love back to your number one fan

(Yeah)

From the floating death, to the fire of death

(Fuck)

To a flower outside of my grave and oh man

(Huh)

Were you just being polite with your hands?

(Sing)

And it really means I'm number one

(One)

And you're a fan

(That's right)

Well that's cool, 'cause I think you're number one too, yeah

(I love you too)

Yeah that's cool, 'cause I think you're number one too, yeah

But as for me, 'cause I think you're number one too

Aight

Yeah

I think you're number one too, hey, hey, hey

(Hold on)

(Hold on)

(Hold on)

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