Lyrics Jon Bellion – Superman, The Gift And The Curse

Hook 1:
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

Verse 1:
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!

Hook 1

Hook 2:
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…

Verse 2:
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

Hook 1

Hook 2

Hook 1

Verse 3:
She literally told me «you’re too much of a genius
You’re gonna be too famous»
She literally left me
Tell me that shit ain’t a gift and a curse
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Outro:
Tell me that shit ain’t a gift and a curse…
Tell me that shit ain’t a gift and a curse…
Tell me that shit ain’t a gift and a curse!…
Tell me that shit ain’t a gift and a curse!…
Tell me that shit ain’t a gift and a curse!…