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 digit's
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 glass 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