Idle Hands

Just play the music
 Motherfucker don't stop
 Spinnin' those idle hands
 Ain't nothing to it
 Keep hitting that spot
 Indifferent while we dance
 You (you, you, you)
 You don't have the answers and think (and think, think, think, think)
 And think that we all do it so you (you, you, you)
 You just keep answer
 And sip (sip), drink (drink), puff (puff), sniff (sniff)
 Nothing but your hands can move
 And we, and we, and we don't have them either
 We make them up and break the ones
 That don't agree with how we see it
 I hide by, you're not the leader
 Just play it, take a seat, watch from your spot
 It's far more scenic
 It's far more scenic
 It's far more scenic
 Fuck a pop hit, homie play a throwback
 Fuck a pop hit, homie play a throwback
 Fuck a pop hit, homie play a throwback
 So high that my fucking eyes roll back
 Just play the music
 Motherfucker don't stop
 Spinnin' those idle hands
 Ain't nothing to it
 Keep hitting that spot
 Indifferent while we dance
 You're in the crowd but so alone
 Your resident is here but still you walk so far from home
 So ya faked it, made it, modeled, dated
 So sophisticated, but you know you hate it
 Too scared to move your feet
 Watch from your spot
 It's far more scenic
 It's far more scenic
 It's far more scenic
 Fuck a pop hit, homie play a throwback
 Fuck a pop hit, homie play a throwback
 Fuck a pop hit, homie play a throwback
 So high that my fucking eyes roll back
 Just play the music
 Motherfucker don't stop
 Spinnin' those idle hands
 Ain't nothing to it
 Keep hitting that spot
 Indifferent while we dance