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Handouts Video (MV)




Performed By: Torch
Language: English
Length: 3:25
Written by: Audrey Roberts, Bradley Cleveland, Jesse Field




Torch - Handouts Lyrics




Picking up pieces
Of a mess that was made
From a different decade
Oh I'm not down with that.

I don't want your money,
I want something to eat,
Then I'm gonna brush my teeth
Cus I'm just a monster for comfort.

Tried fixing a hole where the rain got in
Now my whole damn life has been crumbling down.

I'm gettin handouts
Just tryin to stand out
Tired of handouts now.

Squatting and I don't feel bad,
The only thing that makes me sad is that
You would want the worst for me, can I get a little empathy?

Tried fixing a hole where the rain got in, now my whole damn life has been crumbling down.

I'm gettin handouts
Just tryin to stand out
Tired of handouts now.

Stand up for the rights that are yours!
My neighbor got shot at his door, still holding his keys on the floor.
I'm petrified from all the gore, society is its own chore when everyone treats it like lore, and everyone's wounded from war, and no one can hold anymore, impossible to find the door.

I'm gettin handouts now!
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Picking up pieces
Of a mess that was made
From a different decade
Oh I'm not down with that.

I don't want your money,
I want something to eat,
Then I'm gonna brush my teeth
Cus I'm just a monster for comfort.

Tried fixing a hole where the rain got in
Now my whole damn life has been crumbling down.

I'm gettin handouts
Just tryin to stand out
Tired of handouts now.

Squatting and I don't feel bad,
The only thing that makes me sad is that
You would want the worst for me, can I get a little empathy?

Tried fixing a hole where the rain got in, now my whole damn life has been crumbling down.

I'm gettin handouts
Just tryin to stand out
Tired of handouts now.

Stand up for the rights that are yours!
My neighbor got shot at his door, still holding his keys on the floor.
I'm petrified from all the gore, society is its own chore when everyone treats it like lore, and everyone's wounded from war, and no one can hold anymore, impossible to find the door.

I'm gettin handouts now!
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Writer: Audrey Roberts, Bradley Cleveland, Jesse Field
Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid

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