Rockstar

.20 I see all of you everywhere i go i fuckin hate even take a glance at you

 

everywhere i go i try not to let show but who the fuck knows i come to stay

 

today and if you got something to say then say it to my face because i am not

 

taken your smack i bitch slap you right back come on jack we got go to the

 

artillery store to buy some more c4 because we need to blow this door

 

i herd they got gold bars in there they said they shine like the stars we can buy

 

plenty of cigars and go to mars its pretty far we can fly like a rock-star in my

 

new car we can rock like were on ticktock blow up like we got dynamite so

 

they might want to try and be polite and if they want to start a fight i throw a

 

brick at there Car and try run to the bar hope its not very far because i got

 

make it back tomorrow in time for the show or i am going to be a dead Joe

 

you know then we run to the street because we got plenty of people to meet

 

telling me i need to take a seat but i ant got enough time to tweet wanting

 

autographs for my beat because i am starting to become elite with not

 

enough time to sleep must be a Rock star with no life and its seems sorta

 

nice then i decide to think twice drinking rum and ice and all girls come around

 

inside my head i plan all this man and i am trying to stay on my feet trying not

 

leap but i hear every where i go they want to know who i am what have i done

 

and who do i know are you from so so where do you work are you a

 

Rocks-star i tell em no i am from mars i am alien in the stars coming from far

 

away galaxy driving my flying cars living like i am still on mars