Credits
PERFORMING ARTISTS
Josh Herrmann
Performer
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Josh Herrmann
Songwriter
The Cookups
Composer
Marco Parkerson
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
The Cookups
Producer
Lyrics
Where's my hero at? Where's my hero at?
I've been fucked over by everyone so where's my hero at?
Ain't nobody give a fuck about me when my pockets was flat
So fuck everyone else, I ride for myself (Facts)
Where's my hero at? Where's my hero at?
I've been fucked over by everyone so where's my hero at?
Ain't nobody give a fuck about me when my pockets was flat
So fuck everyone else, I ride for myself (Facts)
I can barely feel me breathing, I can hardly help the bleeding
Been through so much this evening, now I'm seething, heathen reasons
Now my heart's so cold it's freezing, never getting what it's needing
I can almost see me being, something more, for sure it's fleeting
Happiness is always fleeing, love is something I'm not seeing
Like misery is seeking, my energy is taking a beating
(Because of your love) I keep on leaking, (because of these drugs) I keep on weeping
(Inside of my mind) I keep on thinking, Adrift in this maze, my ship is sinking
Drinking hella heavy, hands not steady, get a grip on your shit Eddie
Before you lose all your shit Eddie from losing your shit Eddie
It don't matter if you're ready, hate and envy, females levy
Hate when I'm not having fetty, that's the shit breeds in her belly
Where's my hero at? Where's my hero at?
I've been fucked over by everyone so where's my hero at?
Ain't nobody give a fuck about me when my pockets was flat
So fuck everyone else, I ride for myself (Facts)
Where's my hero at? Where's my hero at?
I've been fucked over by everyone so where's my hero at?
Ain't nobody give a fuck about me when my pockets was flat
So fuck everyone else, I ride for myself (Facts)
I've seen genuine support, and I know what it is
Some of us been knowing each other since we was mother fucking kids
For some of us it's gang ties, some of us it's music
Some of us connect getting fucked up, some link over abusage
(Commence to committing crimes) some of us did time
(Digressed to doing drugs) some of us did lines
(Evolved to educated ex cons) some of us chose rhymes
With failure to fortify functionalities some got left behind
It's fucked, at times the situation goes bad
The way the institution is corrupted makes a good man go mad
Wrapped with a toe tag and a black bag for the color of the flag and the side of the drag
Scream in the rain, anguish and pain while holding tight to this 4 mag
Where's my hero at? Where's my hero at?
I've been fucked over by everyone so where's my hero at?
Ain't nobody give a fuck about me when my pockets was flat
So fuck everyone else, I ride for myself (Facts)
Where's my hero at? Where's my hero at?
I've been fucked over by everyone so where's my hero at?
Ain't nobody give a fuck about me when my pockets was flat
So fuck everyone else, I ride for myself (Facts)
How many times did I tell a bitch that I would give it all up for what we’re pursuing
How many times did I cover for you the drinking, drug using, things you've been doing
How many times did I save the day? A hero regardless of nobody viewing
Regardless of all of the hate that you're spewing, regardless of all of the shit you eschewing
How am I the villain, life was so fulfilling, I thought we was chilling, I would die I'm willing
Pleasure pain appearing, both the same I'm feeling, unconstrained I'm smearing, my own name and nearing
The edge, fuck a ledge, I'm a wedge me a pledge in the middle of my head (one deep till I'm dead)
Zero to the feds, here misled, (their calling me the villian) and it's getting widespread
And it's all 'cause of how you've acted
This is love when love is subtracted
This is the state of emotions compacted
Some actions were never meant to be enacted
So I'm the fucking villain?
Written by: Josh Herrmann, Marco Parkerson, The Cookups

