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Superfly

Darkness of night, 
with the moon shining bright. 

There's a set going strong, 
lot of things going on. 

The man of the hour 
has an Arab great flower. 
The dudes have been with him for so long. 

Oh, Superfly, 
you're gonna make your fortune by and by. 

But if you lose, 
don't ask no questions why. 

The only game 
you know is do or die. 
Huh! Huh! Huh! 

Hard to understand, 
but a hell of a man. 

This god of the slum 
had a mind, wasn't dumb. 

But a weakness was shown, 
'cause his hustle was wrong. 

His mind was his own, 
but the man lived alone. 

Oh, Superfly, 
you're gonna make your fortune by and by. 

But if you lose, 
don't ask no questions why. 

The only game 
you know is do or die. 
Huh! Huh! Huh! 

The game he plays, he plays for keeps, 
hustling times in ghetto streets, 

trying to get over, 
that's what he's trying to do you all. 

Taking all that he can take, 
gambling with the odds of faith, 

trying to get over, 
trying to get over, 

trying to get over, 
trying to get over. 

Oh, Superfly, 
uh-huh, uh-huh. 
For a month, his role 
was to move a lot of blow. 

Ask him his dream, 
what does it mean, 
he wouldn't know. 

Can't be like the rest, 
it's the most he'll confess. 

But the time's running out, 
and there's no happiness. 

Oh, Superfly, 
you're gonna make your fortune by and by. 

But if you lose, 
don't ask no questions why. 

The only game 
you know is do or die. 
Huh! Huh! Huh! 

Superfly, Superfly, 
Superfly, Superfly, 

trying to get over, 
trying to get over, 
trying to get over, 

trying to get over, 
trying to get over, 
trying to get over, 

trying to get over, 
trying to get over, 
trying to get over.