Lyrics
Intro
Some days you talk a lot and move nothing.Some days your hands tell the truth.
Verse 1
I clocked in quiet, no big speechWork that don’t make the newsTightened what was coming looseLeft it better than I found it
Chorus
Good hands todayThat’s enoughGood hands todayI can feel itDid my partWent home clean
Verse 2
Ain’t a king and I ain’t a saintJust a man who showedSweat paid the rent in my chestPride didn’t need an audience
Chorus
Good hands todayThat’s enoughGood hands todayI can feel itDid my partWent home clean
Bridge
Small work still countsBroken things still waitI met oneThat’s a win
Final Chorus
Good hands todayThat’s enoughWent home clean
Outro
Nobody clapped.The job did.