Song Lyrics

The sun was out so put your screen down
I'm in your phones like the NSA
You're a ripoff

I'm a Punk Star (bitch I feel like Fish Narc)
BetterOffDead nigga

Old ass clothes, sold out shows
Bad little hoes and I f*ck 'em like a pro
I don't got a car, mind on Mars
I don't spit bars, I'm a real rockstar
Cocaine white, Hi-Tech Sprite
Girls all night, I'ma end my life
F*ck your cars, mind on Mars
Drugs and guitars, I'm a real rockstar

She was geeking, on the molly
Here I'm placing on everybody
She was tweaking at the party
Now I'm leaving, and you're sorry
Come rolling around in the Masi'
Smoking Backwoods, I'm with a Barbie
Yeah, I'm hoping that you really want to love me
Now I'm joking, I know you could never love me
Hopping out the car, and I'm in my Abercrombie
I got ten grand all in my Lambo n' jeans
Yeah, I got a bust down and it's all freezed
Yeah, I know she a bust down, but she won't leave

Old ass clothes, sold out shows
Bad little hoes and I f*ck 'em like a pro
I don't got a car, mind on Mars
I don't spit bars, I'm a real rockstar
Cocaine white, Hi-Tech Sprite
Girls all night, I'ma end my life
F*ck your cars, mind on Mars
Drugs and guitars, I'm a real rockstar

Rockstars, punk stars
Equal flourish
Dirty laundry on the floor
Two guitars in my bed sleep with me each night
And my best friend
But take, take warning as not to copy
'Cause you'll find the results sound weak
Goodnight

Adam Saini, Benjamin Friars-funkhouser, Gabriel Rousseau, Gustav Ahr