HEART HANDS

[Intro]
(Heartlocket!)
Our hands were literally made to make heart shapes
And you don't believe in God?

[Verse]
I can take your pulse now
Baby I'm a doctor
Baby I'm a teacher
I can go to war and
I come back a healer
All i see is hearts like bodies in the field
Boy, just rope if you're begging for a leader (Heart)
Girl, strip down I don't even wanna feel it
Fuck you like that and you never need to breathe in
Choking with a heart wrapped around your neck
And I’m so faded, I’m so faded
Heartshaped gang sign (Heart, gang)
I keep a heart full of pills for the night-time (Heart)
Heart hands on me all day all I see is wine
She can put hearts on my wrist I’ll never take a wife

[Chorus]
Heart hands (Heart)
Heart hands on me, feel it now
Cold compress my chest
We go a hundred rounds
It’s just a little heart attack
Doesn’t it feel like drugs
When we’re in it?
I’m pouring out hearts
Throw my wrist up
Throw my wrist up (Throw my wrist up)
Watch her making heart hands right back
Hearted up gang sign
Bitch, I need a heart attack
When I throw my wrist up
They show me the heart hands
When I throw my wrist up
They show me the heart hands
Real hearts (Heart)
How many of us?
Real hearts (Heart)
How many of us?
Real hearts, how many of us? (Hehehe, Heartlocket!)

[Verse 2]
(Heartlocket!)
Old Medicine (Heart)
New Weaponry
Now every time I check my pulse I hear a god dream
I think it's really funny when you explain what god means (Hahaha)
Who hurt you so bad that they got you acting priestly?
I've been hurt so bad I’m over getting even
Drug discovery, battlefield medicine
Anonymous weapons, wearing hearts like a veteran
No going back to the time of the last men (Heart, heart, heart)
No going back to the time of the last men (Heart)
Laying on hands, new battlefield medicine
Hearts-heart hands wrist wrist kill 'em delicate (Heart, heart)
Muscle memory strangles memory
Two heartbeats in my clip for the enemy
And they see the best in me before they see the hell in me
And they see the best in me before they see the hell in me
Our hands were made to make heart shapes (Heart, heart, heart)
I don’t think God makes mistakes
Our hands were made to make heart shapes
I don’t think God makes mistakes

[Chorus]
Heart hands (Heart)
Heart hands on me, feel it now
Cold compress my chest
We go a hundred rounds
It’s just a little heart attack
Doesn’t it feel like drugs
When we’re in it?
I’m pouring out hearts
Throw my wrist up
Throw my wrist up (Throw my wrist up)
Watch her making heart hands right back
Hearted up gang sign (Heart, gang)
Bitch, I need a heart attack
When I throw my wrist up
They show me the heart hands
When I throw my wrist up
They show me the heart hands
Real hearts (Heart)
How many of us?
Real hearts (Heart)
How many of us?
Real hearts, how many of us? (Hahaha)