Lyrics Superman, The Gift And The Curse - Jon Bellion

Superman, The Gift And The Curse

Cocaine like the kid was born in '84
How long you really plan to sleep on me for?
When I decide to put my cape on the floor
Superman won’t save you no more
Your favorite rapper’s be taking beats that I’m shitting up
Your favorite lyricist’s tell me that I don’t spit enough
10 steps ahead of you musically, how you plan to stop me?
Just count your blessings that I consider rap a fucking hobby!
Cocaine like the kid was born in '84
How long you really plan to sleep on me for?
When I decide to put my cape on the floor
Superman won’t save you no more
Superman won’t save you no more
Superman won’t save you no more
Superman won’t save you no more
Superman won’t save you no more, more, more—
Imagine locking the tone of Sarah McLachlan
The fashion of Jimi Hendrix in a box with the bible’s doctrine
I look for potential wives, she looking for famous Johnson
She hungry for the action, in New York we call that Bronson