Hands up This that I hate you joint That shit I just gotta get to the point Raise my hands, like I do Putting my food down This juggalo This clown ain't green I don't lean, I walk thru In the same ol' Like I do This that I hate you joint Back in the day You told me like I told you. If ya lost call me , I'll find you. Now I've questioned The vibration in my mind making me realize this can't be me I'm hating on me I can't be my own best friend If I can't find myself in a jam If I can't stand or feel my hands. This is that I hate you thing Since I've been twisted in knots Visual is starting to look rectanglely Damaged I'm smoking Puffin, blazing Like tomorrow was to def toned to hear me through So I'm stuck ground hogging Everything through Like I do This that hate you thang Watch me hold my breath Well I sang Like I'm dirty southern Watch me Well I watch each word bird through Really look at me than you. Hands up I'm done Wrote this for fun To watch earth get spun Hands up