Super Guy
Pain is all she knows
The tears keep falling down like petals on a rose
Her heart is calling now, calling for that quick fix
Calling for a miracle, wants some that don't exist
Calling for the fictional, yelling, screaming, crying
She feels like she's dying, pictures off a shelf
Broken glass, even worse, gotta break the frame
Smoking grass, if she just takes the pain
Why should she take it when I can take it away?
She takes for too long
Heartbreak, and we make it day to day
Like Christmas gifts and birthdays
But that don't lay away
I'm trying to fix her broken heart, make that pain fade away
Look up in the sky, up in the sky
Cause a bird is a plane
And super guy they know my name, though
By looking in her eyes, and I see her shame
So she starts to cry
(She starts to cry)
Got burned by the flame
Ask questions like super why
Smoking, doping, we super high
I tell her she's my super nine, I can be her super guy
Her super guy
I can be her super guy
Tell her she's my super nine, I can be her super guy
Everything she's been through, yeah, so traumatic
People tell her to calm down, it's time being dramatic
Telling her to calm down
We'll fix it like it's magic
You gotta take your time with her and do something fantastic
Hair dyed, nails done, only thing left to do is me
Get a text on my phone from a real bad girl
And my boys ask me, "Who is she, who is she?"
Smiling, laughing, now I'm dipping out
My boys confused, they flipping out
Text says she wet and she dripping, wow
I say hold on, but she stripping now
Say she gonna be ready
But I promise that she's not
Van zone in the room and the window's open
Somehow this girl hot
I tell her, "That's just by the heat."
Cause I put her on the stove and cook her
Tell her that her body sweet
Cause I swear she tastes like sugar
So sweet, she drip-dropping, I taste test
She flip-flopping, I make a mess on the tip top
And she stays stressed
Make hip hop and I stay blessed
Overcoming, overwhelming, overpowering
Ripping up a garden, and she tells me no more flowers
And she tells me no more, no more, no more anything
She's giving up on happiness
Won't try to get that wedding ring
I tell her that she's wrong
She listens to the room a lot
People always talking
And they say there is no super guy
Ask questions like super why
Smoking, doping, we super high
I tell her she's my super nine, I can be her super guy
Uh, her super guy
I can be her super guy
Tell her she's my super nine, I can be her super guy
Tears of blood from her broken heart
Need more than a band-aid
She never thought that they'd be apart
The pain she feels is man-made
Pain is making her antsy
No turning back, it's man now
She moving on to plan B
Let a super guy be your man now
Your super guy, I can be a super guy
Your super guy
I can be your super guy
Maybe I tell her, I tell her she's my supernova
Looking in her eyes and say
I can be your super guy
The tears keep falling down like petals on a rose
Her heart is calling now, calling for that quick fix
Calling for a miracle, wants some that don't exist
Calling for the fictional, yelling, screaming, crying
She feels like she's dying, pictures off a shelf
Broken glass, even worse, gotta break the frame
Smoking grass, if she just takes the pain
Why should she take it when I can take it away?
She takes for too long
Heartbreak, and we make it day to day
Like Christmas gifts and birthdays
But that don't lay away
I'm trying to fix her broken heart, make that pain fade away
Look up in the sky, up in the sky
Cause a bird is a plane
And super guy they know my name, though
By looking in her eyes, and I see her shame
So she starts to cry
(She starts to cry)
Got burned by the flame
Ask questions like super why
Smoking, doping, we super high
I tell her she's my super nine, I can be her super guy
Her super guy
I can be her super guy
Tell her she's my super nine, I can be her super guy
Everything she's been through, yeah, so traumatic
People tell her to calm down, it's time being dramatic
Telling her to calm down
We'll fix it like it's magic
You gotta take your time with her and do something fantastic
Hair dyed, nails done, only thing left to do is me
Get a text on my phone from a real bad girl
And my boys ask me, "Who is she, who is she?"
Smiling, laughing, now I'm dipping out
My boys confused, they flipping out
Text says she wet and she dripping, wow
I say hold on, but she stripping now
Say she gonna be ready
But I promise that she's not
Van zone in the room and the window's open
Somehow this girl hot
I tell her, "That's just by the heat."
Cause I put her on the stove and cook her
Tell her that her body sweet
Cause I swear she tastes like sugar
So sweet, she drip-dropping, I taste test
She flip-flopping, I make a mess on the tip top
And she stays stressed
Make hip hop and I stay blessed
Overcoming, overwhelming, overpowering
Ripping up a garden, and she tells me no more flowers
And she tells me no more, no more, no more anything
She's giving up on happiness
Won't try to get that wedding ring
I tell her that she's wrong
She listens to the room a lot
People always talking
And they say there is no super guy
Ask questions like super why
Smoking, doping, we super high
I tell her she's my super nine, I can be her super guy
Uh, her super guy
I can be her super guy
Tell her she's my super nine, I can be her super guy
Tears of blood from her broken heart
Need more than a band-aid
She never thought that they'd be apart
The pain she feels is man-made
Pain is making her antsy
No turning back, it's man now
She moving on to plan B
Let a super guy be your man now
Your super guy, I can be a super guy
Your super guy
I can be your super guy
Maybe I tell her, I tell her she's my supernova
Looking in her eyes and say
I can be your super guy
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Writer(s): Brandon Burgess
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