Delta
She's rocking pink bazaar shopper
But she don't really leave the house tho
Cognac
In my
Cup I'm
Feeling
Faded
Call my
Ex up
Delta
Gated
Boots was
Knocking
Now I'm
Jaded
Tried to take me for a fool but that shit ain't gonna Slide
She wanna know what's on my mind
I said I'm doing fine
But I ain't doing fine
In some hipster makeup looking like a new fad
A walking lab
Couple diamonds on her neck
The smell of smoke was on her coat
We eloped on her cot
I rocked the cloak
She rocked the cock
Legs look like fingers on the hand of mister Spock
She buss it down
Buss it down
Ay
She bust it down and she open that
Like a envelope
Or some condoms tho
Whoah
She hates me when
I talk like this
Why don't you try
Love
Maybe we're alone
In this universe
Why cry when you
Can fly
Even a
Puddle of mud
Still drips
Leave it all
Behind
We keep suppressing all our real intentions
So we keep on running
Running on low
Pull you out the swamp
Scrub you down
Wipe you off
She rock Margielas but she doesn't know who Jesus is
Everybody clap their hands for the Judases
Watching the throne but it's looking like a jesters seat
Heaven only knows if the best succeeds
And we all wanna be a fucking rock star
Whoah
We all wanna be a fucking rock star
We all wanna be a fucking rock star
Whoah
We all wanna be a fucking rock star
And we all wanna be a fucking rock star
But Not everyone can be the best
Not everyone can be the best
But she don't really leave the house tho
Cognac
In my
Cup I'm
Feeling
Faded
Call my
Ex up
Delta
Gated
Boots was
Knocking
Now I'm
Jaded
Tried to take me for a fool but that shit ain't gonna Slide
She wanna know what's on my mind
I said I'm doing fine
But I ain't doing fine
In some hipster makeup looking like a new fad
A walking lab
Couple diamonds on her neck
The smell of smoke was on her coat
We eloped on her cot
I rocked the cloak
She rocked the cock
Legs look like fingers on the hand of mister Spock
She buss it down
Buss it down
Ay
She bust it down and she open that
Like a envelope
Or some condoms tho
Whoah
She hates me when
I talk like this
Why don't you try
Love
Maybe we're alone
In this universe
Why cry when you
Can fly
Even a
Puddle of mud
Still drips
Leave it all
Behind
We keep suppressing all our real intentions
So we keep on running
Running on low
Pull you out the swamp
Scrub you down
Wipe you off
She rock Margielas but she doesn't know who Jesus is
Everybody clap their hands for the Judases
Watching the throne but it's looking like a jesters seat
Heaven only knows if the best succeeds
And we all wanna be a fucking rock star
Whoah
We all wanna be a fucking rock star
We all wanna be a fucking rock star
Whoah
We all wanna be a fucking rock star
And we all wanna be a fucking rock star
But Not everyone can be the best
Not everyone can be the best
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Writer(s): Jonathan Paulson
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