Rockstar
I just wanna be an all-star
Run five hundred yards
Rockstar life, buying luxury cars
I want a Bentley, want a nice Porsche
I want a whip with butterfly doors
Grammy and a billion views
Enough money to afford nice shoes
Girlfriends and a golden goose and a golden tooth
Man, what about you?
I just wanna go back to my room
I don't want the fame, I just want you
I wish I was famous, nobody knows me
I do the same shit, do what they tell me
I had dreams that I'm living in the hills
I'm chilling with my homie Rick Ross, paying bills
They call me faceless, I need a facelift
Radio stations hate on my playlist
One day, I'ma shoot a shot at Mars
Fall into its orbit, let me fall into your arms
I just wanna go back to my room
I don't want the fame, I just want you
I just wanna go back to my room, my room
I don't want the fame, I just want you, want you
And I've tried doing all that I can
I'll walk to Japan
If it means that I won't fall
Off, bite my own tongue just to say
For the numbers I made
I feed it like an animal
Popped off, full of all this love (All I wanna)
Girl, go, though it won't take much (All I wanna)
Change clothes since we're so damn close (I just wanna)
Go home, baby, fuck this show
I just wanna go back to my room, my room
I don't want the fame, I just want you, want you
I just wanna go back to my room, my room
I don't want the fame, I just want you, want you
Forget everything I ever wanted
All I want is to see your eyes
Feel the weight of the stones in my pockets
I just want you to know I'm fine
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