This is a song about "I can t be your superman"

I can see all your guts

Good kids make bad grown ups

Then i vomit on your t shirt like it's mom's spaghetti

And my hadukid is watch how i do them, see

Keep your eyes open, i can only say i'll try

So we try to be superman, just burn and die, then sigh,

I’m at dulles with luggage fly straight to the money

You say that your over him/ but how can i be sure be?

I can see your drastic flaws

Posters on the wall, posted on my balls

(dude, can i get your autograph?)

See, most sites will give me three and a half

Lady at the frank stand will

I can sing an be humble

Pockets swoll like i just cracked a safe

You my master i can be your slave