What You Know About These

0101 Productions

alternative hip-hop, experimental trap

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[Intro — soft lo-fi keys, vinyl crackle, distant choir]

[Male Vocals]
You said you don't like physical affection.

Cool.

I heard you.

Respect.

Then you asked me for a massage.

[Choir]
(These hands...)

[Male Vocals]
See...

Now we gotta talk about it.

[Verse 1 — soft conversational rap]

[Male Vocals]
These hands know pressure,
these hands know pain,
Know where you carry that stress
from a long-ass day.

These hands cooked dinner,
these hands built dreams,
Put 'em together when I'm praying
when life ain't what it seems.

Held babies with 'em,
packed boxes with 'em,
Built a whole life,
then started over with 'em.

These hands wiped tears,
these hands let go,
Learned everything you can hold
ain't yours to control.

That's scripture.

That's life.

That's forty-something years
learning wrong from right.

So when you gave me boundaries,
I treated 'em like commandments.

Don't like being touched?

Cool.

I understand it.

But now your shoulders hurt
and suddenly I'm qualified?

Baby...

Don't request these hands
then look surprised.

[Choir]
(These hands...)

(These hands...)

[Hook — melodic male lead, warm choir]

[Male Vocals]
What you know about these hands?

[Choir]
(These hands...)

[Male Vocals]
They can build,
they can pray,
make that pressure fade away.

What you know about these hands?

[Choir]
(These hands...)

[Male Vocals]
You said touching ain't your thing.

Okay.

Then why you calling my name?

I ain't crossing no lines,
I understand the plan.

But you keep saying,
"Don't touch me..."

Then asking for these hands.

[Choir]
(These hands...)

(Ohhh... these hands...)

[Verse 2 — beat gets warmer, lower intimate delivery]

[Male Vocals]
See...

My hands got manners.

My mind?

We working on him.

[Choir]
(Lord help him...)

[Male Vocals]
'Cause you sitting there comfortable,
hair falling off your shoulder,

And I'm supposed to be thinking
nothing but wholesome?

Baby, I'm older.

Not dead.

[Choir]
(Behave...)

[Male Vocals]
I'm trying.

You leaned back into my hands
and my thoughts went left.

Spirit said,
"Respect her."

Flesh said—

"Say less."

Wait.

See?

That's exactly what I mean.

I'm fighting thoughts
that don't belong in this scene.

Thinking where these hands
could go

if you ever said they could.

Then catching myself like—

Nah.

Be good.

So I breathe.

Stay where you asked me.

Shoulders.

Neck.

Nothing extra.

But respecting your boundaries
don't make you less attractive.

You beautiful.

I'm human.

Dangerous combination.

Especially when you close your eyes
like you enjoying the situation.

Got me saying,

"God bless her..."

while another thought
finishes the sentence.

[Choir]
(Day Day...)

[Male Vocals]
I ain't say it!

[Choir]
(But you thought it...)

[Male Vocals]
God know my heart.

[Choir]
(That's what we're worried about...)

[Male Vocals]
Man, shut up.

[Hook — slightly stronger]

[Male Vocals]
What you know about these hands?

[Choir]
(These hands...)

[Male Vocals]
They can build,
they can pray,
make that pressure fade away.

What you know about these hands?

[Choir]
(These hands...)

[Male Vocals]
You said touching ain't your thing.

Okay.

Then why you calling my name?

I ain't crossing no lines,
I understand the plan.

But you keep saying,
"Don't touch me..."

Then asking for these hands.

[Bridge — instruments cut, intimate room sound]

[Female Vocals]
Why you smiling?

[Male Vocals]
I'm not.

[Female Vocals]
Yes you are.

[Male Vocals]
I'm thinking.

[Female Vocals]
About what?

[Male Vocals]
You don't like physical affection.

[Female Vocals]
I don't.

[Male Vocals]
But you like massages.

[Female Vocals]
That's different.

[Male Vocals]
How?

[Female Vocals]
Because it is.

[Male Vocals]
That's not an answer.

[Female Vocals]
Just do my shoulders.

[Male Vocals]
See...

[Female Vocals]
See what?

[Male Vocals]
Nothing.

[Choir]
(Tell the truth...)

[Female Vocals]
What were you thinking?

[Male Vocals]
You really wanna know?

[Female Vocals]
Maybe.

[Male Vocals]
Nah.

[Female Vocals]
Why not?

[Male Vocals]
Because I'm trying to remain
a respectable man of God.

[Female Vocals]
While rubbing my shoulders?

[Male Vocals]
You see the problem.

[Female Vocals]
I think you're dramatic.

[Male Vocals]
And I think you know
exactly what you're doing.

[Female Vocals]
Maybe I do.

[Male Vocals]
...

Why would you say "maybe"?

[Choir]
(Lord give him strength...)

[Female Vocals]
You gonna finish?

[Male Vocals]
See, even the way you word shit
is becoming a problem.

[Female Vocals]
Boy, shut up.

[Male Vocals]
I'm just saying.

[Female Vocals]
My shoulders.

[Male Vocals]
Yes, ma'am.

[Verse 3 — vulnerable, Bible-meets-real-talk]

[Male Vocals]
Maybe you don't hate touch.

Maybe you hate assumptions.

Hands showing up uninvited,
taking without discussion.

Maybe affection ain't the problem.

Maybe trust is.

Maybe being held feels different
when you choose whose touch it is.

That's deeper.

Because everybody wants closeness.

Just not everybody
feels safe inside

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[Intro — soft lo-fi keys, vinyl crackle, distant choir] [Male Vocals] You said you don't like physical affection. Cool. I heard you. Respect. Then you asked me for a massage. [Choir] (These hands...) [Male Vocals] See... Now we gotta talk about it. [Verse 1 — soft conversational rap] [Male Vocals] These hands know pressure, these hands know pain, Know where you carry that stress from a long-ass day. These hands cooked dinner, these hands built dreams, Put 'em together when I'm praying when life ain't what it seems. Held babies with 'em, packed boxes with 'em, Built a whole life, then started over with 'em. These hands wiped tears, these hands let go, Learned everything you can hold ain't yours to control. That's scripture. That's life. That's forty-something years learning wrong from right. So when you gave me boundaries, I treated 'em like commandments. Don't like being touched? Cool. I understand it. But now your shoulders hurt and suddenly I'm qualified? Baby... Don't request these hands then look surprised. [Choir] (These hands...) (These hands...) [Hook — melodic male lead, warm choir] [Male Vocals] What you know about these hands? [Choir] (These hands...) [Male Vocals] They can build, they can pray, make that pressure fade away. What you know about these hands? [Choir] (These hands...) [Male Vocals] You said touching ain't your thing. Okay. Then why you calling my name? I ain't crossing no lines, I understand the plan. But you keep saying, "Don't touch me..." Then asking for these hands. [Choir] (These hands...) (Ohhh... these hands...) [Verse 2 — beat gets warmer, lower intimate delivery] [Male Vocals] See... My hands got manners. My mind? We working on him. [Choir] (Lord help him...) [Male Vocals] 'Cause you sitting there comfortable, hair falling off your shoulder, And I'm supposed to be thinking nothing but wholesome? Baby, I'm older. Not dead. [Choir] (Behave...) [Male Vocals] I'm trying. You leaned back into my hands and my thoughts went left. Spirit said, "Respect her." Flesh said— "Say less." Wait. See? That's exactly what I mean. I'm fighting thoughts that don't belong in this scene. Thinking where these hands could go if you ever said they could. Then catching myself like— Nah. Be good. So I breathe. Stay where you asked me. Shoulders. Neck. Nothing extra. But respecting your boundaries don't make you less attractive. You beautiful. I'm human. Dangerous combination. Especially when you close your eyes like you enjoying the situation. Got me saying, "God bless her..." while another thought finishes the sentence. [Choir] (Day Day...) [Male Vocals] I ain't say it! [Choir] (But you thought it...) [Male Vocals] God know my heart. [Choir] (That's what we're worried about...) [Male Vocals] Man, shut up. [Hook — slightly stronger] [Male Vocals] What you know about these hands? [Choir] (These hands...) [Male Vocals] They can build, they can pray, make that pressure fade away. What you know about these hands? [Choir] (These hands...) [Male Vocals] You said touching ain't your thing. Okay. Then why you calling my name? I ain't crossing no lines, I understand the plan. But you keep saying, "Don't touch me..." Then asking for these hands. [Bridge — instruments cut, intimate room sound] [Female Vocals] Why you smiling? [Male Vocals] I'm not. [Female Vocals] Yes you are. [Male Vocals] I'm thinking. [Female Vocals] About what? [Male Vocals] You don't like physical affection. [Female Vocals] I don't. [Male Vocals] But you like massages. [Female Vocals] That's different. [Male Vocals] How? [Female Vocals] Because it is. [Male Vocals] That's not an answer. [Female Vocals] Just do my shoulders. [Male Vocals] See... [Female Vocals] See what? [Male Vocals] Nothing. [Choir] (Tell the truth...) [Female Vocals] What were you thinking? [Male Vocals] You really wanna know? [Female Vocals] Maybe. [Male Vocals] Nah. [Female Vocals] Why not? [Male Vocals] Because I'm trying to remain a respectable man of God. [Female Vocals] While rubbing my shoulders? [Male Vocals] You see the problem. [Female Vocals] I think you're dramatic. [Male Vocals] And I think you know exactly what you're doing. [Female Vocals] Maybe I do. [Male Vocals] ... Why would you say "maybe"? [Choir] (Lord give him strength...) [Female Vocals] You gonna finish? [Male Vocals] See, even the way you word shit is becoming a problem. [Female Vocals] Boy, shut up. [Male Vocals] I'm just saying. [Female Vocals] My shoulders. [Male Vocals] Yes, ma'am. [Verse 3 — vulnerable, Bible-meets-real-talk] [Male Vocals] Maybe you don't hate touch. Maybe you hate assumptions. Hands showing up uninvited, taking without discussion. Maybe affection ain't the problem. Maybe trust is. Maybe being held feels different when you choose whose touch it is. That's deeper. Because everybody wants closeness. Just not everybody feels safe inside

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