I wanna be a hero, I wanna be a savior for the ignorant
I wanna tell these girls that they don't have to put their bodies on the internet
But here I am in this private room
I ain't preaching shit to Chelsea up in Deja Vu
I wanna be a hero
I want to inspire you, not to desire materials
I wanna put an end to glorifying pussy, money, weed, and living for a funeral
But here I am, at the bar with all my friends
I text her with just one eye open, "Send some n***s again"

Maybe I don't really have what it takes
Truthfully I love making mistakes
I can always recognize when it's wrong
Especially when the feeling is great

But I bet she felt great when she got a round of applause for her body
And I bet he felt great when she let him see it all after the party
And I bet he felt great when he got a round of applause from his homies
Maybe we're chasing these feelings 'cause feelings don't make us feel lonely

But now she feels lonely
They don't want her, they just want her body
And now he feels lonely his homies could give a fuck less if he's drowning
Now I'm out on the street, I don't have enough cash for a taxi
It's 3AM in San Francisco, I just spent four hundred on Chelsea
But I got enough cash for a Bart Ticket
I start walking out in the dark
Wishing that I could be more like a hero
Right now I'm a villain