Brandon Nembhard - Hand on Chest Lyrics

Hand on Chest

(Start with the sand then bill' it up quickly,
That's what they're on, on their way to top,
It all falls apart, when they knew from the start,
But wanna act like it weren't risky, (trust!)
Okwonko tings, haha)

I'm feeling brave this summer,
You're so self-made, screaming SOS,
But let's say we were then to save each other?
The waves would calm,
They wouldn't need shade as cover,
The faces change yet remain in colour, (echo)
Hand on my chest,
When I come confess,
How a field of wheat could've made us lovers,
The moon would say,

Making a move that you can't take,
They can assume that they got the juice,
And if they're able, they can't be Cane,
Unless they're Michael,
And I'm Bruce Wayne,
Hand on my chest,
I could've handled the candle
Alight at both ends,
These man are dying the death,
From the start,
I've been a light in the ends,

Came in the game with the bravest tekkers,
Can't take an L when you're playing checkers,
When they're on chess,
I'm blessed cause my nights can never take L's,
Their hell is their life won't generates wealth,
My hell is the lie I won't elevate self,
Speak for yourself,
Cause where were you man when I drank
From the deepest well?

This too shall pass, like the seasons,
We ain't gotta ask for a reason,
Let that go,
Step in the dance,
The way that you'd leave it,
If you can't, take a step back,

Waiting to let us in? Time to trespass,
Got no ink to print? Well, my pen has
Cause when we come to win,
With what's within,
You know I'm right,
Cause I write with my left hand,

Like pride that comes with the fall,
The life I live, I don't need to perform,
Got my line, need a reason to call,
Don't lie about what's harder to find,
I'll ask if it's keys or the door?
Don't part with your shine
To be reasonable,
What's lasted the time is
Part of the why we side
With defeat when it's teaching us all,
When it's all too deep to ignore

I'm feeling brave this summer,
You're so self-made, screaming SOS,
But let's say we were then to save each other?
The waves would calm,
They wouldn't need shade as cover,
The faces change yet remain in colour, (echo)
Hand on my chest,
When I come confess,
How a field of wheat could've made us lovers,
The moon would say,

Making a move that you can't take,
They can assume that they got the juice,
And if they're able, they can't be Cane,
Unless they're Michael,
And I'm Bruce Wayne,
Hand on my chest,
I could've handled the candle
Alight at both ends,
These man are dying the death,
From the start,
I've been a light in the ends,