Really Rockstar
(Good Morning, Rockstar)
(Yea, but lately I don't care about a cop car)
(Zooming through the city, getting tickets in my sports car)
Rub it in your face, your bitch throwing base
Stacking up the cake, then I took her to my place
Bitches be the same, yea, I fuck her, then I'm gone
Hop inside a 'stang, life this way is never wrong
Yea, but lately I don't care about a cop car
Zooming through the city, getting tickets in my sports car
Go to LAX tonight and write a few bars
Remember when she said I wasn't really rockstar
Yea, but lately I don't care about a cop car
Zooming through the city, getting tickets in my sports car
Go to LAX tonight and write a few bars
Remember when she said I wasn't really rockstar
All out, shawty calling, I don't wanna call now
Rocking out, but only when like all them stars out
She wanna fuck me just because I got some bars now
And my car, you know it's still a push to start now
This bitch, huh, she be thinking she can stay
Yea, a spaceship, what I use to fly away
Gold wrist, can you get out of my way
Yea, a rockstar, no there's nothing left to say
Rub it in your face, your bitch throwing base
Stacking up the cake, then I took her to my place
Bitches be the same, yea, I fuck her, then I'm gone
Hop inside a 'stang, life this way is never wrong
Yea, but lately I don't care about a cop car
Zooming through the city, getting tickets in my sports car
Go to LAX tonight and write a few bars
Remember when she said I wasn't really rockstar
Yea, but lately I don't care about a cop car
Zooming through the city, getting tickets in my sports car
Go to LAX tonight and write a few bars
Remember when she said I wasn't really rockstar
(Remember when she said I wasn't really rockstar)
(Haaa, ohhh, Hannah)
(Yeaaaa, yeaa, nooo dude)
(Cuz remember, rem-remember when she said that one time)
(Yea, I do remember that)
(Well, what'd she say, like it was at that one party)
(She was like, you're not a rockstar)
(Ahh, that shit made me so mad)
(And I wrote-and I wrote this like a couple days later)
(I was like, yes he is)
(She's like, how is he a rockstar, I was like, you'll find out)
(Now I got like a record deal in LA, shit's wild)
(Yea, but lately I don't care about a cop car)
(Zooming through the city, getting tickets in my sports car)
Rub it in your face, your bitch throwing base
Stacking up the cake, then I took her to my place
Bitches be the same, yea, I fuck her, then I'm gone
Hop inside a 'stang, life this way is never wrong
Yea, but lately I don't care about a cop car
Zooming through the city, getting tickets in my sports car
Go to LAX tonight and write a few bars
Remember when she said I wasn't really rockstar
Yea, but lately I don't care about a cop car
Zooming through the city, getting tickets in my sports car
Go to LAX tonight and write a few bars
Remember when she said I wasn't really rockstar
All out, shawty calling, I don't wanna call now
Rocking out, but only when like all them stars out
She wanna fuck me just because I got some bars now
And my car, you know it's still a push to start now
This bitch, huh, she be thinking she can stay
Yea, a spaceship, what I use to fly away
Gold wrist, can you get out of my way
Yea, a rockstar, no there's nothing left to say
Rub it in your face, your bitch throwing base
Stacking up the cake, then I took her to my place
Bitches be the same, yea, I fuck her, then I'm gone
Hop inside a 'stang, life this way is never wrong
Yea, but lately I don't care about a cop car
Zooming through the city, getting tickets in my sports car
Go to LAX tonight and write a few bars
Remember when she said I wasn't really rockstar
Yea, but lately I don't care about a cop car
Zooming through the city, getting tickets in my sports car
Go to LAX tonight and write a few bars
Remember when she said I wasn't really rockstar
(Remember when she said I wasn't really rockstar)
(Haaa, ohhh, Hannah)
(Yeaaaa, yeaa, nooo dude)
(Cuz remember, rem-remember when she said that one time)
(Yea, I do remember that)
(Well, what'd she say, like it was at that one party)
(She was like, you're not a rockstar)
(Ahh, that shit made me so mad)
(And I wrote-and I wrote this like a couple days later)
(I was like, yes he is)
(She's like, how is he a rockstar, I was like, you'll find out)
(Now I got like a record deal in LA, shit's wild)
Credits
Writer(s): Austin Robertson
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