Rockstar

Shhhh
I guess it's morning time now
Never forget
Yeah, ay

I been doing everything I wanted, I don't give a fuck (Give a fuck)
If you feel how I feel, put them motherfucking fingers up (Fingers up, Fingers up now)
I been doing everything I wanted, I don't give a fuck (Give a fuck nah)
If you feel how I feel, put them motherfucking fingers up

I been running through them bands
Got my bitch looking mad
I'm in the whip, hit the dash
Bitch I don't give a damn (No, no)
I want them bands (I want them motherfucking bands bitch)
You can hit the fucking curb if you want (Srkk, srkk)
You ain't gotta fucking ride, I'll drive
Do that shit with no hands (No hands, no hands, no hands)
Shout out the fam (The fam, the fam, the fam yeah)
You can catch me fucking rolling wit that dope
Smoking only on that loud, you smoke dro (Dro)
Fucking on these hoes got me feeling like hoe (Hoe)
We ain't got no wood Bj throw it in the bowl (In the bowl, yeah)

Fucking n baby mamas, getting commas (Whoa)
Fucking n baby mamas, getting commas (Yeah)
Fucking n baby mamas, getting commas (Commas)
Fucking n baby mamas, getting commas (Yeah)

Getting all these commas, they can't fucking stand us
Running through these bands, it's bananas
Good codiene and alcohol, Eddie going hammer
Throwing all these bands on these bitches, going broke now
She used to be you wife, she getting choked now (Now)
She gone probably need a new throat now, yeah
I'm a dog, I'm a (Yeah)
I'm a dog, I'm a (Yeah)
I'm a dog, I'm a (Aye)
They should probably put me on a leash yeah (Yeah)
My ex bitch blow me up everyday (Everyday)
I think that, that little bitch crazy (That bitch crazy)

She swear I'm looking like a whole meal
That pussy and that cooking good, I'll pay ya bills
The way I fuck her, she can't keep her lips sealed
That's foreal, now her friends trying to cop feels
Love my money, but she hate I'm in the field (Field)
Praying (Praying), Jesus take the wheel (Lord please)
Yeah, Bitch I'm a see a mill' (Yup)
Running shit (Running), when I'm at a stand still (Yup)
Got old bands still, Got old hoes still
Living for the thrill, know I'm headed for the hills
(Yeah)
That's the only place we going (Going)
To the top, it don't stop, it don't stop (No)

Bitch it's two in the morning
I'm still recording and I'm yawning
I roll it and then I smoke it, Man I don't give damn (No)
Bands in my hands (Dough)
That's the only thing I dream
Bout the cream, smoking green with the team
I'm a fiend for the cheese yeah (Yeah)
I'm a fiend for the cheese (Cheese)
I'm a fiend for the cheese (Geesh)

Whoa ou whoa
Whoa ou whoa
Whoa, whoa, whoa (Yeah)

Bitch I feel just like a rockstar (Yeah)
Star
Bitch I feel just like a rockstar (Yeah)
Star
Bitch I feel just like a rockstar (Yeah)
Star



Credits
Writer(s): Chad Kroeger, Ryan Peake, Michael Kroeger, Daniel Adair
Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com

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