Super +

The plot, believe it or not, was always to get a lot.

Truth is I’m broke and feeling broken

Smoking, hot boxing with God, throwin’

Me for a loop, I’m losing and lost, roamin’

Hoping there’s a spot near the top open.

I’m wrong for a lotta shit, I can lose my temper,

But it’s not like you’re any simpler,

You’re an exemplary sentiment of something similar.

Wild, she makes summer feel like winter

Where I can’t win one, yeah love is swindler

Nimble, quick and limber as a relay member sprinter

And my legs are cinder

Blocks

Still I chase after life every time she walks.

Kick rocks.