Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song We Can't All Be Heroes, artist - Wax. Album song Continue, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп
Date of issue: 14.01.2013
Age restrictions: 18+
Record label: sCRUBLife
Song language: English
We Can't All Be Heroes |
I wake up in the morning, its the same old thing |
Another day alone just rhyme writing (oh) |
It’s getting a little old |
Feeling kind of cold |
When do you say you took your dream too far |
And finally come to grips with the person you are |
I think for some of us the dream’s too vivid |
And the gift we’ve been given is the curse that comes with it |
If you strive for perfection and progress |
You beat your own ass in the process |
Man I’m satisfied never |
My shit always could be better |
Shit the verse I’m saying now could be way more clever |
I remember when there wasn’t no pressure |
I just do this |
Before the music was part of a to do list |
I love writing but why I’m clueless |
It’s peaceful yet deceitful |
Like a Buddhist Judas |
And its’s fucking up my brain |
But somehow it’s the only thing that keeps me sane |
I guess I’m like a little goth art student |
Take away his pen, next day at school he starts shooting |
But arts stupid |
If you consider the bitter cost of this |
All the relationships I’ve lost to this |
All the times that I hit ignore when my family and friends they would call for |
this |
A constant state of exhaustiveness |
I give my all to this |
A stressful endeavor like tiger woods probably thinks that golfing is |
I should get a office gig |
But I can’t cause I’m over here dreaming |
And as I write another song I just feel like screaming |
Stop fucking with me |
Stop judging me |
I just want to live comfortably |
And I ain’t talking about wealth |
I’m talking about my brain |
I’m talking about mental health |
Stop fucking with me |
Stop judging me |
I look around and suddenly |
I realize that there’s nobody else |
The only one judging me is myself |
Most people they got big dreams and big plans |
End up as a big flock of sacrificial lambs |
A single achiever |
Can make a billion believers |
Look at the children they’re all willing and eager |
Like when I was a kid I watched Jordan play |
And dreamed of being up on the NBA court one day |
Realized early that I didn’t have it |
That don’t mean that there ain’t people that took that stab at it |
Like my man every day practice shooting baskets |
Dreaming about playing for the magic or mavericks |
High school star a 30 point a night average |
4 year college starter alright average |
Didn’t get drafted |
Still he could see the dream |
Now he’s 35 playing for some European team |
Knees fucked up constantly throbbing |
Now he’s popping Oxycontin |
And it’s becoming a problem |
Had to move back with his mom |
And she want him to get a job |
But he doesn’t have any qualities they need |
Can’t put 3-man weave drills |
Under specialty skills |
More and more he eats pills |
Prescription refills |
He still sees that dream that vision and it haunts him |
A voice inside his head and it taunts him |
His mom thinking that he’s on something |
And she right |
As he screams in the middle of the night |
Stop fucking with me |
Stop judging me |
I just want to live comfortably |
And I ain’t talking about wealth |
I’m talking about my brain |
I’m talking about mental health |
Stop fucking with me |
Stop judging me |
I look around and suddenly |
I realize that there’s nobody else |
The only one judging me is myself |
I wake up in the morning it’s the same old thing… |
I wake up in the morning it’s the same old thing… |
We can’t all be heroes |
Shit, it’s hard enough not to crack under the pressure of average expectations |
Most of my heroes were drug addicts |
So dream high and be prepared to fall really fucking far |
Take a walk around the city |
Tour L. A |
Listen to what addicted women on the corner say |
Study their words many of them weren’t born this way |
Many moved here back in the day |
Thinking that they’d be the next Dorris Day |
There was role she was born to play |
But somewhere she went astray |
Some people crack on the day that disappointment comes |
When they realize they ain’t one of the annointed ones |
She saw the vision |
And she came here on a mission |
Audition after audition |
But she never caught a glimpse |
Of success and then she got older |
And the industry disowned |
Told herself that it was over |
Now she never ever sober |
And it drove her to the point |
She can’t control her own emotions or addictions |
But she still sees the vision when she’s dreaming |
A voice in her head like a demon |
And she on sunset at the bus stop screaming |
Stop fucking with me |
Stop judging me |
I just want to live comfortably |
And I ain’t talking about wealth |
I’m talking about my brain |
I’m talking about mental health |
Stop fucking with me |
Stop judging me |
I look around and suddenly |
I realize that there’s nobody else |
The only one judging me is myself |
But, stop fucking with me |