Μετάφραση: Οι Αγώνες. Υπεράνθρωπος.
you all the time I am Superman with you Oh, c'mon, you know you're my hero, too Oh, it might sound like a lie But I know and you know that Superman
like that, recognize I'm back Strike a match, catch a fire, any moment I decide That's enough of all your lies, boy, your buzz just died Step inside, super
say, iYiYi Missing you, missing you Remember when we first met I had to tell you that I couldn't live without your love Baby, I must confess, we were the perfect match
colors tell 'em hell to the No you pussy muthaf-ckas remember cop my 1st lamb it was Black and Yellow you know it had to match the watch so it matched
all these beats is like the Wallis to my Gromit... (Ha) The alpha to my Bruce wearing stripes on my candy cane Worn without the other so for real without the candy brain Super
soon as I roll up, ayyy I'm the coolest in the city bitch While you lame trippin' on that goofy stupid silly shit Who you ever seen it really did, super
deny it Stupid you will feel, what I do, I do at will Shooting from the hip, yeah boy shoot to kill Half a breath left on my death bed Screaming F that yeah super
head in the inside Swine on the dash, G-Wagon so Fly Numba 1, don't tangle and twist When it come to these cars, I am that fella The Gucci with the matching
'm telling you the man was insane He could rip out your beating heart, and show it to you before you died Everyday he' make the host of Match Game give
in this mode right now, it?s feelin? quite good, man While I?m ridin? in the street And I just flip this phone on you one time Just flip it on you (Super, super
good that I can't explain When she do what she do she gon? do her thang Over here Miss Lane Come on get fly with a Superman You ain't gotta worry, I
cha, this ain't the typical story Therefore I don't fall in the category I'm cool calm and collective You con'in a Lexus Blew chronic for breakfast It match
body flowing slow like a smooth poet It tosses gave my mind like some cool more wet And decided we together like the birds and the bees A match made
Stupid you will feel What I do, I do it well Shooting from the hip, yeah boy shoot to kill Half a breath left on my death bed Screaming F that yeah super
Bright moments always come back vivid The fifth great was epic citywide test pressure The pre-crack era Mr Schollmen, what a prick Attitude matches
