Hero Lyrics

Personally, I think it got better

Hol'up hol'up hol'up, no you know this ain't a game

Gotta do it for the love, for art, and not the fame

Gotta work a little harder and then give it all you got

You a hometown hero til the day that you drop

Yeah

Tell me, tell me, what's the plan for me? no, answer me

Am I the golden child, or was that all just a fantasy?

Cause if it's really true, we got some talking to do

You see I'm Laufeyson confused about my place in all these moves

Yeah I'm bout to wrap the cycle up, so will the city be enough

To catapult me to the club that everybody loves to judge?

And will my preparation put me on a first-name basis

With the layers and the laymen I'm working hard to hang with?

Or will I need to grind some more, then rhyme some more, then climb some more?

How many doors will shut til I can find what I'm denying for?

Is this a pipe dream that'll end without a whimper?

Or is it likely that they'll be calling me a winner?

I'm getting sick of the chicken dinners, I'm wanting more

I can taste what's on the plate and it ain't even out the door

So tell me, am I crazy? or is it meant to be?

Cause I ain't tryna waste my life just chasing a dream

I'm punching Azbantium, praying that it'll fall

But I'm feeling beaten down, so it's hard to stand tall

But every time that I wanna give up and give way

Is every time that the voices in my head start to say

Hol'up hol'up hol'up, no you know this ain't a game

Gotta do it for the love, for art, and not the fame

Gotta work a little harder and then give it all you got

You a hometown hero til the day that you drop

You see I come from the county of the Nature Valley Safety Rally

It's been a minute since I been that rowdy, yeah

Cause now I'm making gains for my team, it's crazy to me

That the life I'm living is more or less of a dream

But is it mine or is it theirs? I'm not trying to compare

But the smiles and the stares and the likes and the shares

Got me second-guessing my calling, cause fame is appalling

And over the years, all the appeal has very quickly been falling

Cause I'm a future polyglot, and I'll be where the party's not

I'd rather read a classic on the top deck of a parking garage

And if you need me after 8, I'm sorry but you're too late

You'll have to wait til I'm awake cause I'm too busy sleeping eight

But anyway it's crazy what you'll do to improve

So you better pay attention in the months after the move

Cause I'm about to catch up and break out of my room

Then I'll be flying high until the day I meet my doom

I'm punching Azbantium, praying that it'll fall

But I'm feeling beaten down, so it's hard to stand tall

But every time that I wanna give up and give way

Is every time that the voices in my head start to say

Hol'up hol'up hol'up, no you know this ain't a game

Gotta do it for the love, for art, and not the fame

Gotta work a little harder and then give it all you got

You a hometown hero til the day that you drop