Manufactus (feat. Risha Mills)
Yeah
Handcrafted from fragments
Got my pieces selected
Like an horloger, my craft is respected
Soon as I look at the tracklist
I'm like "it took practise"
By nature's design I'm 'posed to sting like a cactus
To all the bastards
That tried to blacklist yours truly
I said you best know that y'all are some non-factors to me
Dirt is infectious, morbiferous, don't cope with beauty
I'm manufactus, work of my willpower, it do me
Matter of fact
The way I do my thing, like a placebo
That's why I started working on my self a year ago
It's hard to fix what's broken, still, I'm glueing shit together
The finished product made me feel proud
I named it Evan
Not everybody deserves such thing as a place in heaven
My thoughts speak quiet, silence's a form of expression
Breathing nature through my eyes, a feeling keeps tormenting
There will come a day when these lands will be cemented
But what can I do?
When I'm stuck in a loop, no, I cannot move
Life gave me some lemons, I can't follow these rules
Still hoping for something yellow, I'm still diving in blue
Let me check my life expectancy, how much I got?
Hope not too much cuz, like Sisyphus, I wouldn't get to the top
Usually I go by heart until it tells me to stop
Progressively succeeding, clear my past with a mop
Frame the current picture because it's the brightest side of me
Read this fucking book because it's the best in the library
Here's a funny thing
You wanna know the irony?
God wanted me with no limbs
Meningitis, specular pregnancy
The mirroring influence of my birth
That close to dissolving back to my gametic state, uhh, uhh
God wanted me with no limbs
So I built me some arms, legs and a pair of lips
I'm a testament to my spirit's strength
With my hands, I can rewrite all of my life's scripts
The way I designed these hands, they could hold and embrace
Serenity in my soul, I'm no longer contained
These legs that I built, they guide me ahead
No peak is too high, I push through instead
Yeah, And these lips, know the power they have
Stopped the sorrow to sew 'em up, no needle and thread
God done wanted me to fail, but I'm getting this bread
All the blood that I lost, every tear that I shed
(Handcrafted in Italy, 100%)
Handcrafted from fragments
Got my pieces selected
Like an horloger, my craft is respected
Soon as I look at the tracklist
I'm like "it took practise"
By nature's design I'm 'posed to sting like a cactus
To all the bastards
That tried to blacklist yours truly
I said you best know that y'all are some non-factors to me
Dirt is infectious, morbiferous, don't cope with beauty
I'm manufactus, work of my willpower, it do me
Matter of fact
The way I do my thing, like a placebo
That's why I started working on my self a year ago
It's hard to fix what's broken, still, I'm glueing shit together
The finished product made me feel proud
I named it Evan
Not everybody deserves such thing as a place in heaven
My thoughts speak quiet, silence's a form of expression
Breathing nature through my eyes, a feeling keeps tormenting
There will come a day when these lands will be cemented
But what can I do?
When I'm stuck in a loop, no, I cannot move
Life gave me some lemons, I can't follow these rules
Still hoping for something yellow, I'm still diving in blue
Let me check my life expectancy, how much I got?
Hope not too much cuz, like Sisyphus, I wouldn't get to the top
Usually I go by heart until it tells me to stop
Progressively succeeding, clear my past with a mop
Frame the current picture because it's the brightest side of me
Read this fucking book because it's the best in the library
Here's a funny thing
You wanna know the irony?
God wanted me with no limbs
Meningitis, specular pregnancy
The mirroring influence of my birth
That close to dissolving back to my gametic state, uhh, uhh
God wanted me with no limbs
So I built me some arms, legs and a pair of lips
I'm a testament to my spirit's strength
With my hands, I can rewrite all of my life's scripts
The way I designed these hands, they could hold and embrace
Serenity in my soul, I'm no longer contained
These legs that I built, they guide me ahead
No peak is too high, I push through instead
Yeah, And these lips, know the power they have
Stopped the sorrow to sew 'em up, no needle and thread
God done wanted me to fail, but I'm getting this bread
All the blood that I lost, every tear that I shed
(Handcrafted in Italy, 100%)
Credits
Writer(s): Evan Sandri, Risha Milly
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