Okay. This what it is now a days right. Little noises and whatnot. I got one though. Ready or not. . We know that, what we reap we sew ,. but we forget how low , we can go ,.
[1st Verse:]. See I'm a wanted man barely living in these streets. Since child support saw fit to put out a warrant on me. Say I owe 'em 65 hundred and they want they money.
Ha, ha, I'm fine y'all. It's your boy Ghetto Superman. A.k.a Lyfe, a.k.a don't got a wife. What up Young Boy?. . Everybody talkin' about livin' on Capital Hill.
Yeah, a lot a mysteries, a lot a histories. Too much blowin' up and showin' up, and not enough growin' up. I mean it happens, people change, yeah. A brother changes everyday but ah, most of all we changed.
Sometimes making up is easier than breaking up. We believe if we just fake it enough. We can trick ourselves into believing that we're still in love. But in our hearts we know that it's inevitable.
[Verse 1]. Ha Ha Ha Ha Im Fine yo this yo boy ghetto superman aka lyfe aka dont got a wife wat up young blood wat. up everybody talking bout living on capitol hill we living on a hill you know talkin bout front row front.