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letra de super. - marcus charles

[chorus]
super
how could i, how could i
accept the things the way they are
knowing that i’m super
i’ll never get used to this
super
how could i, how could i
accept the things the way they are
knowing that i’m super
i’ll never get used to this

[verse 1]
inside the ivory lightbulb
pessimistic poison spirals hitting on my vitals
truth that only i know
but i keep a smile
flip it when your eyes close
never once was i the cheery individua-o [individual]
shove it up your pie hole
what a grumpy guy-o
free att-tude with your change at the nine to five-o
caught up in the cycle
i straighten out my spinal, grab my rifle
what’s my chances of survival?
should i be more concerned with the vibe or going viral?
too many questions to be answered
too much allure to throw a tantrum
too many dollars not to gamble
too many stars to not have hands up
way to align to call it random
too much esteem to hear the slander
never turn back when it’s all i know
never turn back, this the path i chose
got to savor every gl-ss i pour
never know when he gonna sn-tch my soul
paranoia apply pressure
might revert to drastic measures
drifting in the upper echelon
i cannot hear you, you’re breaking up

[verse 2]
every little second that i get
every molecule of sweat that drips across my brow
every single solitary step
every penny i collect is going towards the sound
every ounce of negative energy not coming from me is disallowed
lock and load it in this microphone
and then shoot another solider down (solider down!)
say my name with some d-mn respect
i free your mind when i play my set
price to pay when you can’t connect
ya’ll sell your souls and then pay your debts
i could not care one bit less bout what you’re thinking of my success
but please keep the same energy in ’bout two, three
and say it with your chest
i know, know, know, know, know, know, know
what i’m capable of and so
only thing that i fear is the possibility that i lose control
never once have i fit the mold
k!ll ’em dead you know my mold
good, bad, righteous, evil, neither
believe in you that’s my mo
snowball when i’m on a roll
phone call when i’m coming home
nothing more than a child’s dream
but never once have i felt so grown
and if a song can turn a young lad into a adult
pick him up by his bootstraps from the asphalt
rock it ’til his ideas blast off
imma holla to the universe like a cat call

- marcus charles

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