Incwell - Need a Hero lyrics

She said she wants a hero I face the mirror in despair, because no good deed goes unpunished and heroisms dead, told her our ribbons in the sky but she ain't trying to hear that, she said she not high maintenance but wants a man with a lear jet, bet I'm still better than most my lifestyle is a hell of a toast, coast rider, I been supplying so many hits but everyday it's like nobody flinch ghost writer, so maybe I'll cover your rent but I ain't paying your wealth, you won't stop screaming for help why not try saving yourself, and hell I failed to mention that my broken heart is mending back, so maybe each other is something we're not meant to have, the last of a dying breed, buying your the finer things, trying to balance out the fame with not living a life a greed, your night in shining armor I can make you happy, but your never satisfied told you that I blamed your Daddy, you looking for a baller well they can hurt you too, you won't find the perfect man just one that's perfect for you She thinks that she's the baddest thing since Bebe's kids and I agree, she said she wants her independence I told her that that's fine with me, but when they repossessed your whip who resigned the lease, and then you got upset when I ain't put you in the drivers seat, peep game, got the world in my crosshairs and you better keep aim, three chains you can call me Dean Cain cause I'll be your superman, and the trucks real nice but the coupes real tight when I drop the top and the roof goes HAM, and I just got cardigan out the dry cleaners please sweetheart remove your hands, damn, if I ain't the man then you ain't asked about me diamonds are forever now it's clear that your past is cloudy, Virginias for lovers and Maryland's for players so we'll move to Williamsburg and I'll hang up all my gators, and your family they can't stand me they're just a bunch of lunatics, so every thanksgivings it's another Paul Mooney skit, you really s#*t the money bed, I'm sorry I can't help you now, you wouldn't be so fly if big homie never held you down POW