Gym Class Heroes Cool and Dre (this is) You silly for this one It?s Travie (why you doin this to me) I started rappin back in the class scribbling tracks
Gym Class Heroes, Cool and Dre (This is) You silly for this one, it's Travie (Why you doin' this to me?) I started rappin' back in the class, scribbling
typed and neatly written, offerin' me this better job Better job at higher wages, expenses paid and a car But I'm on TV here locally and I can't quit
They know they're doing this on the west coast to the east coast And so do all the stations from Fargo to Chicago There's local heroes and kids who
miss him? I went up to the school, I took a walk up castlehill For every step there was a local boy, who wants to be a hero Do you want to do it now
Para poder luchar contra los super heroes Sobrevolando va por toda la ciudad Rompiendo el aire, no haciendo caso a nadie [Estribillo] Yo soy Esperman y he nacido en un local
of the patriot game. It's barely two years since they wandered away and it was with the local battalion of the bold IRA For they'd read of our heroes
and bring them back in a body bag Is it a quagmire yet? I'll bet this ain't as bad as it gets Just ask your local hero the homeless Vietnam Vet What
wallets got a chain and superpowers to boot / I'll lasso you like a cowboy then I'll die your hair blue / I'm studying psych at the local JC / 'cause
Saw a story on the local news last night 'Bout one more struggling single mother She was talking about how hard it is getting by With no help, no money
From it's origins, begin that gave the four elements it's start What remains, a crew trying to rebuild in vain To the local squad, trying to bring the
Watch it become a trl calamity, soon to be parodied I stay married, to some d-cup breasteses With music, weed, and porno as my mistresses [chorus] We all weirdos, anti-hero
the casino Known to spit lava, Heat like DeNiro and Pacino Manny Festo, Wu-Tang Gambino Lay it down, then I fly off like the hero "Wu-Tang!" "Wu-Tang
Take the sky for example, a canvas of a billion suns But our local hero shines them out by day Save for the winking of a Venus or Mars Even the stars
fun And there was nothing to be done But trade his house that he bought on the G. I. Bill For a flag draped casket on a local heroes' hill There's a
local hero and he sings straight from the heart And his tip jar just a jungle of worn old dollar bills He makes his rent and grocery in the local bar
Cheyenne last September And he had to get his hat and pack his trunk And he came on back to town, He just kinda hangs around He's the local hero and the local