Superman (Remix) Yelawolf
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[Intro]
Yo, Ay man, you know I ain’t perfect… Nobody is. No I stand to be corrected
I know one thing for certain though, these super men, these supermen don’t exist bro
God exists
[Verse 1]
This ain’t no ordinary story, with the hardships and glory
Let me take you deeper into the mind of a child of a bitch with addictions and a wish-list
Dear Father, can I get a man and a big ol’ house?
Lots of money and did I mention lots of money?
Funny how the world turns on me
Me and Mama was all alone
Wanted for the life that we once called home
Trying to get a grip on life gone wrong
Young Yelawolf, to tell the truth I came out just fine
Guess that’s why half of the people around me growing up said I lost my mind
But I just lost the time with friends instead the victim of crime
Touched by the demon’s lust and lost my innocence before 5
Molested, forgive my confessions, I’m an open book
Growing up to hate pentagrams on my seat in class no open book
I dreamed of a gangsta life
Any excuse to let go of this hurt
My folks were atheists, so I couldn’t let go in the church
Anybody who wanted it from me I would back down I was scared
I didn’t know how to win
Back then all I could do was dream about being Superman
Yo, Ay man, you know I ain’t perfect… Nobody is. No I stand to be corrected
I know one thing for certain though, these super men, these supermen don’t exist bro
God exists
[Verse 1]
This ain’t no ordinary story, with the hardships and glory
Let me take you deeper into the mind of a child of a bitch with addictions and a wish-list
Dear Father, can I get a man and a big ol’ house?
Lots of money and did I mention lots of money?
Funny how the world turns on me
Me and Mama was all alone
Wanted for the life that we once called home
Trying to get a grip on life gone wrong
Young Yelawolf, to tell the truth I came out just fine
Guess that’s why half of the people around me growing up said I lost my mind
But I just lost the time with friends instead the victim of crime
Touched by the demon’s lust and lost my innocence before 5
Molested, forgive my confessions, I’m an open book
Growing up to hate pentagrams on my seat in class no open book
I dreamed of a gangsta life
Any excuse to let go of this hurt
My folks were atheists, so I couldn’t let go in the church
Anybody who wanted it from me I would back down I was scared
I didn’t know how to win
Back then all I could do was dream about being Superman
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