GioGio - What Makes A Person Special?

Do you even know yourself?
Is it something you can hold?
Is it a pot full of gold, is it a curse from my own?
Do you even care to be?
Special, I mean, is it worth it, my dear?
To be given that seal
Is it love from the others? Is it love from yourself?
But what is love without lovers, what is love if not real?
I've been searching far and wide for a little lie to keep inside
That could tell me I'm special, special, oh, special
Tell me what you think it is
I pray it might be infinite
Stick it to my strings and then
Tell me that I'm winning it
But tell me what you think it is
The doubt that we are living in
It's a sin to merely speak of it
What makes a person special? Makes us question
Are you? Am I not that special?
Can a label placed upon my forehead say that I am special
What makes a person special?
Special, I'm special, you're special
Special, I'm special, you're special
Uh huh, yeah
Ok, yeah (question)
Can celebrities walk on water?
Does the president even love his momma?
Is a pessimist a no-recover?
Should a rapper get a cover-job, huh?
Do the children deserve the bombings?
Should the system preserve its promise?
Shoot you bitches, but dear judge, this verse is metaphoric
What makes a person special, wh-when the weapon's in your hands tho'
And you blast those dirty of their last work
On their last leg with their mass-hope, (What's that?)
It's a last-man-standing situation but the last man standing is that lone
He can't stand himself with a leg broken
Do you wager a grave could be special?
When you're knee leveled in a kid's temple
And you wait for grenades to be careful
But your leader got the ringer on that kid's head, so
A big asshole can still be a lil special
Well shit, then I'm in and set for
I'll sing falsetto and win a medal, just give the tempo
I could be a star, I could get a Grammy
I don't give a fuck, you can copycat me
I'll keep it a buck, don't call me trending
I'm an incompetent and condescending
But I'm confident you can't protest me
When I'm dropping this, they keep on asking
"Are you special Gio?" Well no, bro, but I'm the best me
Tell me what you think it is
I pray it might be infinite
Stick it to my strings and then
Tell me that I'm winning it
But tell me what you think it is
The doubt that we are living in
It's a sin to merely speak of it
What makes a person special? Makes us question
Are you? Am I not that special?
Can a label placed upon my forehead say that I am special
What makes a person special?
Special, I'm special, you're special
Special, I'm special, you're special

Written by:
Giovanni Vorraro

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