Rockstar

(albüm: Covers Part II - 2017)

I've been doing shows and racking millies
Man, I feel just like a rockstar
All my brothers got that gas
And they always be smoking like a Rasta
Messing with me, call up on a Uzi
And show up, name them the shottas
When my homies pull up on your block
They make that thing go grrrata-ta-ta

Switch my whip, came back in black
I'm starting saying, rest in peace to Bon Scott
Close that door, we blowing smoke
She ask me light a fire like I'm Morrison
Act a fool on stage
Prob'ly leave my leave my show in a cop car
That was legendary
Threw a TV out the window of the Montage

Liquor on the table, liquor pouring, don't give a damn
Dude, your girlfriend is a groupie, she just tryna get in
Saying, "I'm with the band"
Ey, ey
Now she acting outta pocket, tryna grab up on my pants
Hundred women in my trailer say they ain't got a man
And they all brought a friend
Ey, ey

I've been doing shows and racking millies
Man, I feel just like a rockstar
All my brothers got that gas
And they always be smoking like a Rasta
Messing with me, call up on a Uzi
And show up, name them the shottas
When my homies pull up on your block
They make that thing go grrrata-ta-ta

Yeah

I won't eat your soul like black star
I'll be at your side like maka
I've got daddy issues too
There's no need to take the masks off
Nobody's asking questions
We won't ever get the answers
All they care about is the money
In music it's the power
There's nothing left no passion
Step back and check the actions
The world is being destroyed
Gonna lay back and let it happen
Transforming like tsubaki
You can't trace this there's no pattern
Cupid hit me with that love
Cause I can't feel no compassion
I'm a blank canvas come and trace me
You can if you can catch up
Or try and get inside my mind
I'm always changing getting faster
There's 100 floors to my mind
Come try and get in
This sh is like s.a.o
So come on try get in
Coast to coast like the Lakers
Run it down mid they calling me faker
I can sense the toxicity
I'll report him later

Yah
Yeah, yeah, yeah

I've been doing shows and racking millies
Man, I feel just like a rockstar
All my brothers got that gas
And they always be smoking like a Rasta
Messing with me, call up on a Uzi
And show up, name them the shottas
When my homies pull up on your block
They make that thing go grrrata-ta-ta

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