This is a song about "Superman fly"

Now you scratchin' on my back, i see your pleasure in my pain

See i'm not superman, i'll probably never find my lois lane,

She gotta hold her head up high

In every bird i see fly

When i'm low, she take me high

So let the bullets fly......

Vodka and soda, pineapple and patron

Always fly dont matter the occasion

Why you call me back? don't lie

Step back and watch me fly

Luchador like i been masked but still remain fly

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

Fuck superman like lois lane, shit is simple and plain,

Enough to drive a man insane, a woman insane