Paul White - Gottdamn Superhero Penguin lyrics

It seems I got a problem I'm too honest My rhymes are my life My life is a promise Catch me eatin tapas Wearin some pajamas Around here we like roaches and we call em papas But my mama is my heart My heart is my conscience My spirit is a criminal my mind's an accomplice It has one thought ‘Jabraham, you got this' My therapist says it's a superhero complex Yeah I got it Sorry if it's rotten If I was wack I would say I'm flyer than a comet Put it on Facebook and beg for a comment ‘Please click like' Stop it Never have I fronted My style, yes you want it I never ice the shooter And no I've never punted Call it confidence co*ky or some nonsense I take charge You flop Chris Bosh sh** When I was a kid I did like anything I wanted Broke a lot of rules I'm just keepin it 100 Never got caught Never got punished Outgrew all my habits even though my growth was stunted Felt like I was hunted Always got confronted People stopped me on the train “Is that your chain? Run it" Beef it was abundant My city's kinda rugged Never felt that a gun's somethin that I must get Get it? Must get/Musket? Mustard covered custard Stuffin Warren Buffet in a oven cooking muffins That wasn't on the subject But f** it I'm above it I love it Now let's get back to what I was discussing By ten I was disgusting Erupting with disruption I played the drums twice Call it repercussions Eventually adjusted Detention got redundant The tension took a plummet Did I mention that I run sh**? Pardon my importance I'm wearin new Jordan's Beatin up the Jazz Scorin with some Mormons Had some bad fortune No dad, half orphan I became my own father My childhood was shortened The concept of incapable was foreign I was Van Gundy vs. Alonzo Mourning Ask the 47's, I was something of a sportsman Played one instrument Reproductive organs Setbacks, yeah I had a portion Never crybaby Tears had an abortion Moved to Atlanta I could be a Georgian Supposed to take some courses Instead I'm taken corsets Came back north and gave rap more of my attention Beats turned to corpses Every time I rhymed it's like I should do some more of this So I'll do some more of this And more of this