Ain't got the world but you got those hands Those hands, that head, those legs Listen I had about a million dreams I could have followed Deep in my sleepy hollow see me without my head in the game I need tomorrow and me without a step for today It seems to borrow from a team who still ain't got a play to bring the ball Down the field eh what can I say, might need to grow some And hold em like my Pop's did when learning to ski He got dropped by the cockpit high over the Artic Flying with armpits in minus 30 degrees And while I'm whining like an artist yo he's turning to me Hold your balls, go with God, and quit worrying me Hold your balls, go with God, and quit worrying me Cus we all gotta a clock we gotta hurry to beat And that was my motto to follow when I was in Colorado Got to many playing lotto's models faking bravados Swallowing bottles baking they sorrows making them hollow And mono a mono way to coddled to brave tomorrow Ain't got the world but you got those hands Ain't got a car but you got those legs And got a crown but you got that head Those hands, that head, those legs Listen