Andy Mineo - Superhuman lyrics

Come you sinners poor and needy
Weak and wounded, sick and sore
Jesus ready stands to save you
Grace requires nothing more
I will arise and go to Jesus
He will embrace me in His arms
In the arms of my dear Savior
There are ten thousands charms

Why is it every time I step up on a train
I see a pretty dame and I
Wonder what her name is?
Before I even get there the
Question on my brain is
Do you love the Lord
Do you live to make Him famous?
Then the car stop, she step off
It's time to refocus
I'm questionin' my heart
Examinin' my motives
Why I'm captivated by the
Brown skin mocha divas?
And I hope in my mind she's a believer
Ok, she got all that beauty, yeah
It's obvious
I can't let it take precedence over godliness
Now I'm gettin' restless, how I'm recognizin'
When I'm choosing to take pleasure
In all these false treasures
They fool's gold
Instead of looking for them sundresses
I should be looking for the Son I confess it
Even though my pride's telling me don't
Ever let the fans know
I am not a superhuman, no, I'm a man
So the grace that I talk
About on all my records
I need it for myself
Cause really I'm just a mess
Findin' rest from the pressures of perfection
As I stand up on this platform they expectin'
Me to be a man without flaws, that's false
I am just another rapper that's called
To point y'all to the cross
That's exactly where I'm headed
I'm just another beggar pointin' y'all
To where the bread is, man

I'm not a superhuman, I am just a man
No, I'm not a superhuman, I am just a man
I'm not a superhuman
I am just a man but they never understand
I'm nothing more than a man
Lost dead in my sin
So here I am alive in Your hands
Your hands, Your hands

We dress up in nice heels
We try to make people buy'em
That's why when someone ask how we
Doin' we tell 'em fine
Knowin' we hurt inside
But tell me who's really lyin'?
They ain't really want to know how you doin'
That cost time that's way too expensive
And if I ever get a date with
A dime I'm sendin' my representative
The version of Andy that's cropped and edited
I'm killin' this first impression
And I'm hidin' the evidence
Photoshoppin' the blemishes
These lies of perfection are the
Cry of the desperate
Men that want that want acceptance
Holdin' they breath, dyin' a thousand deaths
Forgettin' there's beauty inside the mess
What else could you expect
We obsessed over twitter numbers!
Checkin' ours, then comparin' them to others
Like, the number of likes upon a status
Is somehow supposed to raise our status
Boy, this is madness
We want the trophy wife who's the
Baddest and not some average
So we can feel like the man, Randy Savage
Take me off the shelf
I don't want to be for retail
I would rather be real
Let you see the details
When we fail it feels like we fall so
Far cause they put us so high
I am not a star i'm just a product of grace
That's still in the process
And I don't gotta be great, because my God is
And I don't gotta be great, because my God is
I'm just a product of grace and guess what?
I'm still in the process
That's unfinished business

Would you love me if I
Told you I couldn't fly?
I got no cape on and no
Mask on there's no disguise oh, I'm no hero
There's only one oh, I'm no hero
There's only one and He's not for sale