Travis Scott - Hands On Remix Lyrics

[Intro: Fred Hammond]
Spend all my time, yes
Spend all my time, yes
Spend all my time, yes
Spend all my time, yes
I deserve all the criticism you got
If that's all the love you have, that's all you got

[Refrain: Fred Hammond]
Hand 'em
Hands up high, hands-on, hands-on
Hands-on, hands up
In your face, the reason
Hands-on, yeah, hands-on

[Verse 1: Kanye West, Fred Hammond & Dr. Dre]
Cut out all the lights, He the light
Got pulled over, see the brights
What you doin' on the street at night?
Wonder if they're gonna read your rights
Thirteenth Amendment, three strikes
Made a left when I should've madе a right
Told God last time on life
Told the dеvil that I'm going on a strike
Told the devil when I see him, on sight
I've been working for you my whole life
Told the devil that I'm going on a strike
I've been working for you my whole life
Nothing worse than a hypocrite (That's on Nip)
Change, he ain't really different
He ain't even try to get permission
Ask for advice and they dissed him
Said I'm finna do a gospel album
What have you been hearin' from the Christians?
They'll be the first one to judge me
Make it feel like nobody love me
They'll be the first one to judge me
Feelin' like nobody love me
Somebody pray for me
[Refrain: Fred Hammond]
Hand 'em
Hands up high, hands-on, hands-on
Hands-on, hands up
In your face, the reason
Hands-on, yeah, hands-on

[Verse 2: Travis Scott]
I told the Mona Lisa I was on another level (Another level)
Outside, it's church bells and church rebels (Rebels)
Gospel mixed with heavy metal (Ooh)
Settle, I never will
Two left feet, no, don't dance with the devil
All this armor help me deal with the karma (Yeah)
God gave me this Earth to make it deal with the farmers
Swimmin' like Phelps in a pool of piranhas
Some like Phelps in a pool of piranhas (Yeah)
I need hands on, hands off
Chain big, Gandalf
Please don't make these plans off
Get knocked off, dandruff
Get this high-key Vandross (Straight up)
'Tween me and myself, we havin' a spiritual standoff
Leanin' on myself feelin' like my soul is what it can't cost
Price to be the boss
It gets kinda real when you get famous
Never get tangled with the angels
I own my peace with my demons
These hands don't reach for no reason
Please, no more preachin' this evenin'
I cannot feast when I'm feedin'
Church in the wild in a hood on fire
Gotta break this curse, bless the child
Hopin' the Lord have mercy now
Prayin' this, prayin' this workin' now
God made a prodigy (Ooh)
God don't make apologies (No)
Keep a promise, policy (Oh)
This a livin' prophecy
[Refrain: Fred Hammond]
Hand 'em
Hands up high, hands-on, hands-on
Hands-on, hands up
In your face, the reason
Hands-on, yeah, hands-on, hands on

[Outro: Fred Hammond]
I deserve all the criticism you got
If that's all the love you have, that's all you got
To sing of change, you think I'm joking
To praise His name, you ask what I'm smoking
Yes, I understand your reluctancy, yeah
But I have a request, you see
Don't throw me up, lay your hands on me
Please, pray for me