Translation: Everyone's Hero Soundtrack. Tyrone Wells - dream Like New York.
I've known it all my life I made it, I made it! I used to dream about, the life I'm living now I know that there's no doubt I made it, I made it! [Verse
that flow shit Jeezy Montana Cocaine capital That would be Atlanta One triple O where I'm from Thata??s a homo Nigga catch ya slippin' where I'm from Thata??s
like I'm in bed with mother goose Them ho's coming in a baker's dozen Claiming they was with me when they know they really wasn't I keep the city's
now the dreams and waking screams That ever last the night So build a wall, behind it crawl And hide until it's light So can't you hear your baby's crying
bring Far away in the western sky, over the sea There's a land that we dream about Peaceful and free, waiting for me Hold my hand, let me take you there Let's
remember standing in the mirror Searching for a winner but I didn't see it in her Now I've gone from a zero to a super-hero-oh-oh woah, woah Chasing dreams
cried "Hold on, we're going somewhere else tonight" We're going somewhere else tonight, baby yeah And my friends, they are the heroes of the loneliness that's
mastered man In the hood I'm like plastic man, stretch Fantastic man I make the money come faster man, yeah It's a bird, it's a plane, no, it's pure
this You can't pretend this Is not the truth Stand up America Hear the bell now as it tolls Wake up America It's Tuesday morning Come on, let's roll
I don't know why she adores me Why I'm the man of her dreams She thinks that I am her hero I'm not even sure what love means Don't let her know she's
I'll never see It may sound absurd but don't be naive Even heroes have the right to bleed I may be disturbed but won't you concede Even heroes have the right to dream? And it's
to me one day I hope it will And that's that, sport, sport Pray I live to see the day when seven's happily married With kids, woe woe The world is movin
poet's endless rhyme You take me to a higher ground and then you knock me off my feet Lately I been thinking 'bout ya, 'cause you been creeping in my dreams
kiss 1-2-3-4! The highway's jammed with broken heroes on a last chance power drive Everybody's out on the run tonight but there's no place left
piece of the globe, every continent Yo, there's Asia, Africa, Europe, France, Japan Pakistan, America, Afghanistan Yo, there's Protestants, Jews, Blacks, Arabic's
To chilling in wine cellars, sticks and humidors That's what I call mature, that's what I call a G That's what I call a pimp, that's what I call a gangsta
baby Oops! You think I'm in love That I'm sent from above I'm not that innocent You see my problem is this I'm dreaming away Wishing that heroes, they