Give Me Your Hand (Baby In a Backpack) [feat. The Stupendium]
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โฑ๏ธ 4:29 duration
๐ ID: 7091187
๐ Lyrics
Give me your hand in spirit
Give me your hand in flesh
Give me your hand in living life
Give me your hand in death
Give me your hand in grief
Give me your hand in grace
Give me your hand in relief
Give me your hand in faith
Baby in a backpack
But the pack is on the front, so it's a bum-bag
But the bag is higher up and on a chest strap
Norman Reedus got that baby
In what's basically a backpack
This grey place is full of grey faces
Day changes to night tonight then they'll change places
Strange cases of unexplained traces
Of our saving grace as we remain gracious
It's in our innate natures so we may just make it
Through the acres of aches and pains for ages
And if it wasn't for the aegis of fate
We'd be just pieces of meat on a plate but we're so much more
When we climb and then find what we're looking for
For the razor's as fine as a tiger's claw
While the rain in the sky just pours
Give me your hand in humility
Give me your hand in fear
Give me your hand in fragility
Give me your hand in tears
Give me your hand in candour
Give me your hand in pain
Give me your hand in the baking sun
And give me your hand in the rain
Baby in a backpack
But the pack is on the front, so it's a bum-bag
But the bag is higher up and on a chest strap
Norman Reedus got that baby
In what's basically a backpack
This rain won't wash away our sins
Whether committed before today or since
But all your virtues that you were choosing to hurt you
They are cleansed
Death usurped life's throne, overthrown
Overgrown, overdosed, obey your prince
Human nature's a frail thing
Like a day-old infant, pale-skinned
Building bridges, building bridges
Wielding kids, revealing rifts
In the peeling edges of the fabric
Of what's real in the tilt-shift pictures
The gods are jilted, it just feels ridiculous, filled with wickedness
Realness wilting with willful ignorance
Real talk, it will steal your innocence
Give me your hand in panic
Give me your hand in haste
I know you can handle yourself
But damn it, just give me your hand in case
Give me your hand in hope
Give me your hand in despair
Give me your hand, I'll hand you the rope
You can hang with me or hang there
Baby in a backpack
But the pack is on the front, so it's a bum-bag
But the bag is higher up and on a chest strap
Norman Reedus got that baby
In what's basically a backpack
Death Stranding, grabbing necks, strangling
Out of breath, panting
Sweat glands in effect and every hair standing up
Head banging like an egg scrambling
Dismantling the myth, phantom in the midst
Ambience, this anthem is a hit
And so, I suggest that you better get dancing
To the best damn thing ever
This planet has left in it's habitat
The actual sonic manifestation of a panic attack
Dismantling the tabernacle of rational thought
Everything that's ever happened has warped
There's a tap at the door
You better answer it, it's an evangelist bearing a manuscript
And if he's left hanging for a little too long
There'll be Death Stranding, you'll be gone
Give me your hand in dignity
Give me your hand in doubt
Give me a hand in giving me
Whatever gifts you're handing out
Give me your hand in sorrow
Give me your hand and say
That you'll give me your hand tomorrow
Once you give me your hand today
Baby in a backpack
But the pack is on the front, so it's a bum-bag
But the bag is higher up and on a chest strap
Norman Reedus got that baby
In what's basically a backpack
Give me your hand in flesh
Give me your hand in living life
Give me your hand in death
Give me your hand in grief
Give me your hand in grace
Give me your hand in relief
Give me your hand in faith
Baby in a backpack
But the pack is on the front, so it's a bum-bag
But the bag is higher up and on a chest strap
Norman Reedus got that baby
In what's basically a backpack
This grey place is full of grey faces
Day changes to night tonight then they'll change places
Strange cases of unexplained traces
Of our saving grace as we remain gracious
It's in our innate natures so we may just make it
Through the acres of aches and pains for ages
And if it wasn't for the aegis of fate
We'd be just pieces of meat on a plate but we're so much more
When we climb and then find what we're looking for
For the razor's as fine as a tiger's claw
While the rain in the sky just pours
Give me your hand in humility
Give me your hand in fear
Give me your hand in fragility
Give me your hand in tears
Give me your hand in candour
Give me your hand in pain
Give me your hand in the baking sun
And give me your hand in the rain
Baby in a backpack
But the pack is on the front, so it's a bum-bag
But the bag is higher up and on a chest strap
Norman Reedus got that baby
In what's basically a backpack
This rain won't wash away our sins
Whether committed before today or since
But all your virtues that you were choosing to hurt you
They are cleansed
Death usurped life's throne, overthrown
Overgrown, overdosed, obey your prince
Human nature's a frail thing
Like a day-old infant, pale-skinned
Building bridges, building bridges
Wielding kids, revealing rifts
In the peeling edges of the fabric
Of what's real in the tilt-shift pictures
The gods are jilted, it just feels ridiculous, filled with wickedness
Realness wilting with willful ignorance
Real talk, it will steal your innocence
Give me your hand in panic
Give me your hand in haste
I know you can handle yourself
But damn it, just give me your hand in case
Give me your hand in hope
Give me your hand in despair
Give me your hand, I'll hand you the rope
You can hang with me or hang there
Baby in a backpack
But the pack is on the front, so it's a bum-bag
But the bag is higher up and on a chest strap
Norman Reedus got that baby
In what's basically a backpack
Death Stranding, grabbing necks, strangling
Out of breath, panting
Sweat glands in effect and every hair standing up
Head banging like an egg scrambling
Dismantling the myth, phantom in the midst
Ambience, this anthem is a hit
And so, I suggest that you better get dancing
To the best damn thing ever
This planet has left in it's habitat
The actual sonic manifestation of a panic attack
Dismantling the tabernacle of rational thought
Everything that's ever happened has warped
There's a tap at the door
You better answer it, it's an evangelist bearing a manuscript
And if he's left hanging for a little too long
There'll be Death Stranding, you'll be gone
Give me your hand in dignity
Give me your hand in doubt
Give me a hand in giving me
Whatever gifts you're handing out
Give me your hand in sorrow
Give me your hand and say
That you'll give me your hand tomorrow
Once you give me your hand today
Baby in a backpack
But the pack is on the front, so it's a bum-bag
But the bag is higher up and on a chest strap
Norman Reedus got that baby
In what's basically a backpack
โฑ๏ธ Synced Lyrics
[00:10.78] Give me your hand in spirit
[00:12.66] Give me your hand in flesh
[00:14.45] Give me your hand in living life
[00:16.22] Give me your hand in death
[00:18.05] Give me your hand in grief
[00:19.61] Give me your hand in grace
[00:21.48] Give me your hand in relief
[00:23.57] Give me your hand in faith
[00:25.18] Baby in a backpack
[00:27.44] But the pack is on the front, so it's a bum-bag
[00:31.19] But the bag is higher up and on a chest strap
[00:34.72] Norman Reedus got that baby
[00:37.36] In what's basically a backpack
[00:40.57] This grey place is full of grey faces
[00:44.12] Day changes to night tonight then they'll change places
[00:47.85] Strange cases of unexplained traces
[00:50.46] Of our saving grace as we remain gracious
[00:52.44] It's in our innate natures so we may just make it
[00:55.58] Through the acres of aches and pains for ages
[00:57.95] And if it wasn't for the aegis of fate
[00:59.60] We'd be just pieces of meat on a plate but we're so much more
[01:03.42] When we climb and then find what we're looking for
[01:05.24] For the razor's as fine as a tiger's claw
[01:07.08] While the rain in the sky just pours
[01:09.17]
[01:23.35] Give me your hand in humility
[01:24.94] Give me your hand in fear
[01:26.74] Give me your hand in fragility
[01:28.58] Give me your hand in tears
[01:30.36] Give me your hand in candour
[01:31.96] Give me your hand in pain
[01:33.78] Give me your hand in the baking sun
[01:35.52] And give me your hand in the rain
[01:37.32] Baby in a backpack
[01:40.21] But the pack is on the front, so it's a bum-bag
[01:43.64] But the bag is higher up and on a chest strap
[01:47.26] Norman Reedus got that baby
[01:49.72] In what's basically a backpack
[01:51.72] This rain won't wash away our sins
[01:53.83] Whether committed before today or since
[01:55.42] But all your virtues that you were choosing to hurt you
[01:58.38] They are cleansed
[01:59.23] Death usurped life's throne, overthrown
[02:00.74] Overgrown, overdosed, obey your prince
[02:02.84] Human nature's a frail thing
[02:04.49] Like a day-old infant, pale-skinned
[02:06.45] Building bridges, building bridges
[02:08.39] Wielding kids, revealing rifts
[02:09.85] In the peeling edges of the fabric
[02:11.99] Of what's real in the tilt-shift pictures
[02:13.78] The gods are jilted, it just feels ridiculous, filled with wickedness
[02:17.48] Realness wilting with willful ignorance
[02:18.99] Real talk, it will steal your innocence
[02:21.07]
[02:35.71] Give me your hand in panic
[02:37.04] Give me your hand in haste
[02:38.57] I know you can handle yourself
[02:40.16] But damn it, just give me your hand in case
[02:41.96] Give me your hand in hope
[02:44.02] Give me your hand in despair
[02:45.84] Give me your hand, I'll hand you the rope
[02:47.62] You can hang with me or hang there
[02:49.77] Baby in a backpack
[02:51.82] But the pack is on the front, so it's a bum-bag
[02:55.46] But the bag is higher up and on a chest strap
[02:59.18] Norman Reedus got that baby
[03:01.53] In what's basically a backpack
[03:04.19] Death Stranding, grabbing necks, strangling
[03:05.66] Out of breath, panting
[03:06.76] Sweat glands in effect and every hair standing up
[03:09.52] Head banging like an egg scrambling
[03:11.39] Dismantling the myth, phantom in the midst
[03:12.77] Ambience, this anthem is a hit
[03:15.30] And so, I suggest that you better get dancing
[03:17.32] To the best damn thing ever
[03:18.61] This planet has left in it's habitat
[03:20.22] The actual sonic manifestation of a panic attack
[03:22.60] Dismantling the tabernacle of rational thought
[03:24.36] Everything that's ever happened has warped
[03:25.72] There's a tap at the door
[03:26.73] You better answer it, it's an evangelist bearing a manuscript
[03:29.65] And if he's left hanging for a little too long
[03:31.40] There'll be Death Stranding, you'll be gone
[03:33.28]
[03:47.12] Give me your hand in dignity
[03:49.15] Give me your hand in doubt
[03:51.01] Give me a hand in giving me
[03:52.55] Whatever gifts you're handing out
[03:54.33] Give me your hand in sorrow
[03:56.27] Give me your hand and say
[03:58.02] That you'll give me your hand tomorrow
[03:59.64] Once you give me your hand today
[04:01.73] Baby in a backpack
[04:04.33] But the pack is on the front, so it's a bum-bag
[04:07.71] But the bag is higher up and on a chest strap
[04:11.65] Norman Reedus got that baby
[04:13.98] In what's basically a backpack
[04:16.30]
[00:12.66] Give me your hand in flesh
[00:14.45] Give me your hand in living life
[00:16.22] Give me your hand in death
[00:18.05] Give me your hand in grief
[00:19.61] Give me your hand in grace
[00:21.48] Give me your hand in relief
[00:23.57] Give me your hand in faith
[00:25.18] Baby in a backpack
[00:27.44] But the pack is on the front, so it's a bum-bag
[00:31.19] But the bag is higher up and on a chest strap
[00:34.72] Norman Reedus got that baby
[00:37.36] In what's basically a backpack
[00:40.57] This grey place is full of grey faces
[00:44.12] Day changes to night tonight then they'll change places
[00:47.85] Strange cases of unexplained traces
[00:50.46] Of our saving grace as we remain gracious
[00:52.44] It's in our innate natures so we may just make it
[00:55.58] Through the acres of aches and pains for ages
[00:57.95] And if it wasn't for the aegis of fate
[00:59.60] We'd be just pieces of meat on a plate but we're so much more
[01:03.42] When we climb and then find what we're looking for
[01:05.24] For the razor's as fine as a tiger's claw
[01:07.08] While the rain in the sky just pours
[01:09.17]
[01:23.35] Give me your hand in humility
[01:24.94] Give me your hand in fear
[01:26.74] Give me your hand in fragility
[01:28.58] Give me your hand in tears
[01:30.36] Give me your hand in candour
[01:31.96] Give me your hand in pain
[01:33.78] Give me your hand in the baking sun
[01:35.52] And give me your hand in the rain
[01:37.32] Baby in a backpack
[01:40.21] But the pack is on the front, so it's a bum-bag
[01:43.64] But the bag is higher up and on a chest strap
[01:47.26] Norman Reedus got that baby
[01:49.72] In what's basically a backpack
[01:51.72] This rain won't wash away our sins
[01:53.83] Whether committed before today or since
[01:55.42] But all your virtues that you were choosing to hurt you
[01:58.38] They are cleansed
[01:59.23] Death usurped life's throne, overthrown
[02:00.74] Overgrown, overdosed, obey your prince
[02:02.84] Human nature's a frail thing
[02:04.49] Like a day-old infant, pale-skinned
[02:06.45] Building bridges, building bridges
[02:08.39] Wielding kids, revealing rifts
[02:09.85] In the peeling edges of the fabric
[02:11.99] Of what's real in the tilt-shift pictures
[02:13.78] The gods are jilted, it just feels ridiculous, filled with wickedness
[02:17.48] Realness wilting with willful ignorance
[02:18.99] Real talk, it will steal your innocence
[02:21.07]
[02:35.71] Give me your hand in panic
[02:37.04] Give me your hand in haste
[02:38.57] I know you can handle yourself
[02:40.16] But damn it, just give me your hand in case
[02:41.96] Give me your hand in hope
[02:44.02] Give me your hand in despair
[02:45.84] Give me your hand, I'll hand you the rope
[02:47.62] You can hang with me or hang there
[02:49.77] Baby in a backpack
[02:51.82] But the pack is on the front, so it's a bum-bag
[02:55.46] But the bag is higher up and on a chest strap
[02:59.18] Norman Reedus got that baby
[03:01.53] In what's basically a backpack
[03:04.19] Death Stranding, grabbing necks, strangling
[03:05.66] Out of breath, panting
[03:06.76] Sweat glands in effect and every hair standing up
[03:09.52] Head banging like an egg scrambling
[03:11.39] Dismantling the myth, phantom in the midst
[03:12.77] Ambience, this anthem is a hit
[03:15.30] And so, I suggest that you better get dancing
[03:17.32] To the best damn thing ever
[03:18.61] This planet has left in it's habitat
[03:20.22] The actual sonic manifestation of a panic attack
[03:22.60] Dismantling the tabernacle of rational thought
[03:24.36] Everything that's ever happened has warped
[03:25.72] There's a tap at the door
[03:26.73] You better answer it, it's an evangelist bearing a manuscript
[03:29.65] And if he's left hanging for a little too long
[03:31.40] There'll be Death Stranding, you'll be gone
[03:33.28]
[03:47.12] Give me your hand in dignity
[03:49.15] Give me your hand in doubt
[03:51.01] Give me a hand in giving me
[03:52.55] Whatever gifts you're handing out
[03:54.33] Give me your hand in sorrow
[03:56.27] Give me your hand and say
[03:58.02] That you'll give me your hand tomorrow
[03:59.64] Once you give me your hand today
[04:01.73] Baby in a backpack
[04:04.33] But the pack is on the front, so it's a bum-bag
[04:07.71] But the bag is higher up and on a chest strap
[04:11.65] Norman Reedus got that baby
[04:13.98] In what's basically a backpack
[04:16.30]