Video Supreme True Romance de Alan Wilder 2025 Lyrics Lyrics

Alan Wilder - Supreme True Romance Lyrics

[Verse 1: Samantha Coerbell]
Supreme talks about his baby's mother like a whore
Sweet sixteen she is
With future
Uncertain
Love
Incomplete
Soapy days for Jr. and she
At three
Supreme comes to give his boy a pat and a pound
Put his hoodie on the couch
His Timberlands up on the chair
So his bitch can bring him a beer

[Verse 2: Samantha Coerbell]
So
This is the nuclear family?
Mommy
Baby...
And Daddy makes a mess of his baby's mother's hair as they fuck 'til her mother comes in from work
But her dream is true romance
But her dream is true romance
But her dream is true romance
Well
Sorta
Evеryday from three to six
[Verse 3: Samantha Coerbell]
Supreme leavеs out before Mommy comes kick his lazy narrow behind back onto the street
He's not a corner boy
The bodega in the forty's is midblock
Where bullets flock
No names engraved and he may be next
Shielded by the patron saint of the brothers

[Verse 4: Samantha Coerbell]
Sudden twitch to the roll of the wheel
Trained steel, stained blue
Puts punk on the wall for some trumped up call from precinct 101
Sudden twitch to the roll of the wheel
Sudden twitch to the roll of the wheel

[Outro: Samantha Coerbell]
Monday at three
The baby's mother waits
Jr. in her arms
Patiently at the door
Doesn't know what she misses
Locked into the routine
A project queen
Life on the outside ain't even worth it
Shit
Who screwed whom?
Who screwed whom?
Who screwed whom?