Lil Peep, Gab3 - Rockstarz

The sun's out so put your screen down I'm in your files like the NSA You're a rip-off I'm a punk star (real rockstar) BetterOffDead, nigga Old ass clothes, sold out shows Bad lil' hoes and I fuck 'em like a pro (fuck 'em like a pro) I don't got a car, mind on Mars (mind on Mars) I don't spit bars, I'm a real rockstar (I'm a rockstar) Cocaine white, Hi-Tech Sprite (Hi-Tech Sprite) Girls all night, I'ma end my life (end my life) Fuck yo' cars, mind on Mars (mind on Mars) Drugs and guitars, I'm a real rockstar (I'm a real rockstar) She was geeking on the molly Yeah, I'm flexing on everybody She was tweaking at the party Now I'm leaving and you're sorry Yeah, I'm rolling around in the Mazi Smoking backwoods, I'm with a Barbie Yeah, I'm hoping that you really wanna love me Nah, 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 Vetements jeans Yeah, I got a bust down and it's all free Yeah, I know she a bust down, but she won't leave Old ass clothes, sold out shows Bad lil' hoes and I fuck 'em like a pro (fuck 'em like a pro) I don't got a car, mind on Mars (mind on Mars) I don't spit bars, I'm a real rockstar (I'm a rockstar) Cocaine white, Hi-Tech Sprite (Hi-Tech Sprite) Girls all night, I'ma end my life (end my life) Fuck yo' cars, mind on Mars (mind on Mars) Drugs and guitars, I'm a real rockstar (I'm a real rockstar) Rock stars, 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 heed, take warning as not to copy 'Cause you'll find the results sound weak Goodnight