Handstitched
Doctors told my momma that
I moon walked out the womb
I got the remote
Like your job when you work on zoom
No physic could predict what we about to do
The truth like Kung Fu
It hurts but it's good for you
Inner honesty
Living life consciously
So please don't compare me to these cub scouts
Skip the handouts
I choose the man route
This ain't where's Waldo
I always standout
I won't justify my greatness
Sorry haters
Sorry haters
Hand stitched like I came from the tailors
I won't justify my greatness
Teacher told my Father that his son is outside the lines
Nah that boy just more gifted than Christmas time
Don't try painting pictures for colorblind
I'm a star, how could I not shine
I'm a star, how could I not shine
See I don't what you take me as
Or understand the creativity that Frankie has
Have like 99 problems but I Einstein'd every one
Success takes endurance
Ain't no asthma inside these lungs
Better watch how you use your tongue
Words create worlds
What we speak about is what we become
When they ask how I feel
I'm pointing to the sun
If you ain't walk in my shoes
You can't tell me nothing
I won't justify my greatness
Sorry haters
Sorry haters
Handstitched like I came from the tailors
I won't justify my greatness
I moon walked out the womb
I got the remote
Like your job when you work on zoom
No physic could predict what we about to do
The truth like Kung Fu
It hurts but it's good for you
Inner honesty
Living life consciously
So please don't compare me to these cub scouts
Skip the handouts
I choose the man route
This ain't where's Waldo
I always standout
I won't justify my greatness
Sorry haters
Sorry haters
Hand stitched like I came from the tailors
I won't justify my greatness
Teacher told my Father that his son is outside the lines
Nah that boy just more gifted than Christmas time
Don't try painting pictures for colorblind
I'm a star, how could I not shine
I'm a star, how could I not shine
See I don't what you take me as
Or understand the creativity that Frankie has
Have like 99 problems but I Einstein'd every one
Success takes endurance
Ain't no asthma inside these lungs
Better watch how you use your tongue
Words create worlds
What we speak about is what we become
When they ask how I feel
I'm pointing to the sun
If you ain't walk in my shoes
You can't tell me nothing
I won't justify my greatness
Sorry haters
Sorry haters
Handstitched like I came from the tailors
I won't justify my greatness
Credits
Writer(s): Francis Wahlberg
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