Rockstar

I'm a rockstar mama
Only fragrance on me
Is the smell of marijuana
Got the drugs and the problems
I'm a rockstar mama
Suicidal with depression
Feel like Kurt in Nirvana

Jean denim and a red flannel
And my vans match the color of my bandana
I've been high for two weeks taking anything
Exs hit me up they still wishing for some wedding rings

But, I'm a rockstar
Only X's that we fuck with are the white bars
Tryna find an urge to quit
But that's a find I find hard
I'm still feeling paranoid

Thinking 'bout you every time
The drugs help me hear your voice
And I've been tryna find you
But I know I pass behind you
And you know I'll take your heart
As long as you be taking mine too, but

You a groupie, yeah
You gon' lose me on the next show
To the next hoe, wish you never knew me

I'm a rockstar mama
Only fragrance on me
Is the smell of marijuana
Got the drugs and the problems
I'm a rockstar mama
Suicidal with depression
Feel like Kurt in Nirvana

She say she love me whatever that is
Do me a favor save that shit

She say she love me whatever that is
Do me a favor save that shit

I'm a rockstar mama
Only fragrance on me
Is the smell of marijuana
Got the drugs and the problems
I'm a rockstar mama
Suicidal with depression
Feel like Kurt in Nirvana

I'm a rockstar mama
Only fragrance on me
Is the smell of marijuana
Got the drugs and the problems
I'm a rockstar mama
Suicidal with depression
Feel like Kurt in Nirvana

I'm a rockstar mama
Only fragrance on me
Is the smell of marijuana
Got the drugs and the problems
I'm a rockstar mama
Suicidal with depression
Feel like Kurt in Nirvana