Bars And Melody - Rockstar lyrics

I’ve been doing shows and rackin’ millies Man, I feel just like a rockstar All my brothers got that gas And they always be smokin’ like a Rasta Messin’ with me, call up on a Uzi And show up, name them the shottas When my homies pull up on your block They make that thing go grrrata-ta-ta Switch my whip, came back in black I’m startin’ sayin’, rest in peace to Bon Scott Close that door, we blowin’ smoke She ask me light a fire like I’m Morrison Act a fool on stage Prob’ly leave my leave my show in a cop car That was legendary Threw a TV out the window of the Montage Liquor on the table, liquor pourin’, don’t give a damn Dude, your girlfriend is a groupie, she just tryna get in Sayin’, “I’m with the band” Ey, ey Now she actin’ outta pocket, tryna grab up on my pants Hundred women in my trailer say they ain’t got a man And they all brought a friend Ey, ey I’ve been doing shows and rackin’ millies Man, I feel just like a rockstar All my brothers got that gas And they always be smokin’ like a Rasta Messin’ with me, call up on a Uzi And show up, name them the shottas When my homies pull up on your block They make that thing go grrrata-ta-ta I won’t eat your soul like black star I’ll be at your side like maka I’ve got daddy issues too There’s no need to take the masks off Nobodies asking questions We won’t ever get the answers All they care about is the money In music it’s the power There’s nothing left no pa**ion Step back and check the actions The world is being destroyed Gonna lay back and let it happen Transforming like tsubaki You can’t trace this there’s no pattern Cupid hit me with that love Cause I can’t feel no compa**ion I’m a blank canvas come and trace me You can if you can catch up Or try and get inside my mind I’m always changing getting faster There’s 100 floors to my mind Come try and get in This sh is like s.a.o So come on try get in Coast to coast like the Lakers Run it down mid they callin’ me faker I can sense the toxicity I’ll report him later I’ve been doin’ shows and rackin’ millies Man, I feel just like a rockstar All my brothers got that gas And they always be smokin’ like a Rasta Messin’ with me, call up on a Uzi And show up, name them the shottas When my homies pull up on your block They make that thing go grrrata-ta-ta Rockstar Rockstar, just a… Rockstar Rockstar Feel just like a…