Moresson - Handsome (Original Mix)

Mirror on the
wall, who's the one?
Walking in the room, battle's already won.
Listen.
Tailored jacket, dark shade on the view.
Walking through the crowd like I always knew.
Confidence, every step out the shade.
Every single play, meticulously made.
They talk about charm, but it's deeper than skin.
It's the focus and the fire that I keep within.
Never need validation, never need a crown.
When I make an entrance, quiet goes the town.
Smooth operator, rhythm in the feet.
Setting up the vibe to the heavy house beat.
Eyes lock in.
Pressure starts to rise. No need to speak when it's written- In the eyes Sharp like a knife, cool like the
night. Stepping right into the light.
They call him handsome.
Moving through the haze. Lost in the rhythm.
Of these electric days. They call him handsome.
Power in the stride. Nothing to hide.
Riding on the tide. Yeah, yeah.
Of handsome. Handsome. Handsome.
Handsome.
Yeah. Yeah,
yeah. Zero, zero hesitation, zero hesitation.
Moving grace, dominating rhythm, taking up space.
From the VIP corner to the center floor.
Always leaving everybody asking for more.
Not just a face, it's the mindset locked.
Every single obstacle instantly blocked.