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letra de hero - chore boy & brad kemp

[chorus]
this for every hero in they narrative
villain is a relative comparison
how you think a fiend’ll justify they use of heroin?
continuing a narrative, a story they inherited

[verse 1 – ch-r- boy]
i’m a bat in the day and a dove at night
i’ll wear anything you say if the glove fit right
post at h-lla four corners yellin ‘come get likes!’
superman to my so & so’s who love get hype
punchcard for my pontius pie-eyes
betrayed the light inside to live a white lie
white lighter on my rider, cause the pilot’s out
i let the gas trickle, until the time run out
there’s nothing left to lie about
i self aggrandized til i was blue in the face
these days i’m less human, more a unit of hate
self directed and inflicted how i’m movin in place
young god in his – shut the f-ck up already
p-ssed the buck and went broke been said f-ck y’all plenty
i cast enough gl-ss stones inside a house of memories
that i don’t which ones are right, if any

[chorus]
this for every hero in they narrative
villain is a relative comparison
how you think a fiend’ll justify they use of heroin?
continuing a narrative, a story they inherited

[verse 2 – greediphresh]

[chorus]
this for every hero in they narrative
villain is a relative comparison
how you think a fiend’ll justify they use of heroin?
continuing a narrative, a story they inherited

[verse 3 – ch-r- boy]
i stifle potent emotions, i don’t know what my motives is
used to have a setback & get over it
but now i’m tryna get back to the moment when i fell out the fallopians
felt the whole world open, i had hope but livin broke it in
i used to hustle homies for they poker chips
told myself the hurt’ll make it worth it once i’m older, when
i was determined to take detergent to my home li’n in (/linen)
a place i couldn’t water to leave & never see, get goin n it’s
clean
you won’t find a trace of me
neither do i, hard as i try in an sp-ce i occupy
my location is a vacancy
victim of my latent schemes
maybe i got lost in my dreams – again
sleep i still lost over leaving friends
in a bed that i made, but i made to what end?

[chorus]
this for every hero in they narrative
villain is a relative comparison
how you think a fiend’ll justify they use of heroin?
continuing a narrative, a story they inherited

- chore boy brad kemp

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