Wretch 32 - When I See You, I See Me lyrics

A superstar to me is a respected individual Who understands the role they play in society And wears that like a tailored suit Not just a hat that could blow off the head When you think superstar, you think super gun Super car, moving super hard Souped up star I think we all got a super chance Every celeb that's big time without their mum or midwife Couldn't say a star was born if they weren't brought in right So why give a damn about a dislike? I ain't going in, I'm just tryna give you insight All day I dream about success, I've got six stripes Double vision when I turned double digits Now I'm doing double division when I'm sharing with my siblings I'm from the ends so I set pace The first to take you to the Tate from the estate The es-Tate On my estate, I've seen graffiti on the walls that could be Banksy I've seen ballers on the ball that could be Ramsey Shopkeepers should win awards, speaking frankly Cause our community spirit's forever fancy So I'll never miss my call-in I went from chilling by the phone box to Phone cases in the phone shops, visualise my calling When they see us, they see I see free But when you see me, you see free Or when I see you, I see me We were out and about as kids, and then, you know, a fight kinda kicked off and then, you know, one guy kind of cut the other one. That's a very haunting thing to see at that age. It's jungle life, but the community spirit is priceless. It's funny, even though we may not have as much valuables, our values are priceless. I smile at the journey, man. I always take a second to smile and just appreciate where it's going. Cause I still feel like it's early days, man, and we've got a lot to do. When I'm looking back at what it was, this is paradise compared to that. For me now it's just about turning as much people's lives who come from there into paradise as I can. This is my calling, this is what I'm here to do I'm the best and most honest and I'm pure My next album will chisel off the door I break through the gla** ceiling, run through the corridor Put my heart on the wall, then redesign every floor Cause we've been outside knocking, getting knocked But they've been eating all the toppings at the top We're too busy cutting shapes, how we gonna run the race If we keep jogging on the spot? All these souped up stars Nothing on their chest but a souped up bra I'm God so I'm feeling like a souped up Nas Cut from the school of hard knocks so I suit up sharp The writing on my wall was full of typos They've given me a pen to rewrite though I never had vision, that's cause I had my eyes closed When I opened em, I saw how well I'd balanced on a tightrope The truth is free at last And I'm speaking for the super normal stars