popstar!
They want me
On the stage but I dont wanna play
I been dead got my memory erased
On that pop star shit
On that rock star shit
I aint seen you in a bit
Why you all up on my dick
Ive been controlling all my vices
Its getting hard just to be nice bitch
Why u gotta play me like this
U strum my heart like a guitar bitch
Gotta run away
To my midnight place
In my dreams im safe
From the shit you play
Haven't slept in days
See ur face in the rain
I got too much on my plate
So in my songs I lay
Still so sad but im going hard like im beast and the harlot
Cant trust these bitches so I grab and I said imma go lock it
These rappers cant find their own way
So they find songs just to copy
I been doing this shit on my own
Might need a label to stop me
When I get high
I close my eyes
You shed your skin
You show your lies
You know im right
So
Prove me wrong
I spill my guts
Without a fight
Uneasy minds they weigh
You wont me on display
Just call me gerad way
Marching in the black parade
Wear my heart on my sleeve
Color me fatigued
From recreating my past misery
Fuck it we famous
I turn the listens to paper
I don't fuck with you lames anymore
You dont care when I'm achin
I don't care when you talk shit
Your homies got me on their playlists
You cannot take credit for this
Yah
I collect the payment
A year ago I was a lame too
But now I'm a popstar
Starting a movement
Oooh
Made a new genre
Who can say that for themselves
Lil eli a rockstar
No art school degree from someone else
My bank account is the report card
On the stage but I dont wanna play
I been dead got my memory erased
On that pop star shit
On that rock star shit
I aint seen you in a bit
Why you all up on my dick
Ive been controlling all my vices
Its getting hard just to be nice bitch
Why u gotta play me like this
U strum my heart like a guitar bitch
Gotta run away
To my midnight place
In my dreams im safe
From the shit you play
Haven't slept in days
See ur face in the rain
I got too much on my plate
So in my songs I lay
Still so sad but im going hard like im beast and the harlot
Cant trust these bitches so I grab and I said imma go lock it
These rappers cant find their own way
So they find songs just to copy
I been doing this shit on my own
Might need a label to stop me
When I get high
I close my eyes
You shed your skin
You show your lies
You know im right
So
Prove me wrong
I spill my guts
Without a fight
Uneasy minds they weigh
You wont me on display
Just call me gerad way
Marching in the black parade
Wear my heart on my sleeve
Color me fatigued
From recreating my past misery
Fuck it we famous
I turn the listens to paper
I don't fuck with you lames anymore
You dont care when I'm achin
I don't care when you talk shit
Your homies got me on their playlists
You cannot take credit for this
Yah
I collect the payment
A year ago I was a lame too
But now I'm a popstar
Starting a movement
Oooh
Made a new genre
Who can say that for themselves
Lil eli a rockstar
No art school degree from someone else
My bank account is the report card
Credits
Writer(s): John G Fehribach
Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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