CORRECT LYRICS
Lyrics : YOU’RE NOT A ROCKSTAR!!##%
B*t*h I'm Nascar, who are you?
Ayye, I just wanna die in the function
Groupie, I just close my eyes when I’m f**kin'
Skin her, asked to f**k her alive in my dungeon (am I dead yet?)
Corpse in the Porsche, "is that blood?", yes of course
B*t*h, I'm drunk as f**k and driving home, off course
F**k that rap sh*t, I’m screaming until I'm hoarse
B*t*h, I am the king, this throne is not yours
Skirt off, on a groupie like it was forced
B*t*h I'm hopeless, demons chose him
Fist fight, bones, everything is in motion
"Die die die little pu**y" is what I told him
Knock his a** out, keep him in comatose then
"You're not a rock star, b*t*h, you're a soundcloud d**k"
Knock his a** in a ditch, now he can't find his teeth
Yea, I heard he is a snitch
They'll find his a** in a sink, yea
I'm quick to break a b*t*h if he snitchin on me
Lay me in my coffin
Why the f**k are you talking?
Break my heart with caution
I just need to weigh my options
Lay me in my coffin
Why the f**k are you talking?
Break my heart with caution
I just need to weigh my options
Murder with me
I’m not talking ’bout college when I say "first degree"
Break in the side of my jaw like it wears a blue beret
I got dollars on dollars what is it worth to me?
B*t*h, I'm Nascar, who you are never occurred to me
And, I’m quick to cut 'em open, like a surgery
These f**kers writing like me, I'mma sue for perjury
I never heard of you, I guarantee you've heard of me
And if I’m being honest, you could probably learn from me
I am ready to die, I say it with certainty
And f**ker, if it's not money, you won't get work from me
Break. Me. Open
Break. Me. Open
Break me open, eyes bloodshot, she can't breathe don't give a f**k, I'm the devil what you want? I want more souls, so envy
Die!
Ayye, I just wanna die in the function
Groupie, I just close my eyes when I’m f**kin'
Skin her, asked to f**k her alive in my dungeon (am I dead yet?)
Corpse in the Porsche, "is that blood?", yes of course
B*t*h, I'm drunk as f**k and driving home, off course
F**k that rap sh*t, I’m screaming until I'm hoarse
B*t*h, I am the king, this throne is not yours
Skirt off, on a groupie like it was forced
B*t*h I'm hopeless, demons chose him
Fist fight, bones, everything is in motion
"Die die die little pu**y" is what I told him
Knock his a** out, keep him in comatose then
"You're not a rock star, b*t*h, you're a soundcloud d**k"
Knock his a** in a ditch, now he can't find his teeth
Yea, I heard he is a snitch
They'll find his a** in a sink, yea
I'm quick to break a b*t*h if he snitchin on me
Lay me in my coffin
Why the f**k are you talking?
Break my heart with caution
I just need to weigh my options
Lay me in my coffin
Why the f**k are you talking?
Break my heart with caution
I just need to weigh my options
Murder with me
I’m not talking ’bout college when I say "first degree"
Break in the side of my jaw like it wears a blue beret
I got dollars on dollars what is it worth to me?
B*t*h, I'm Nascar, who you are never occurred to me
And, I’m quick to cut 'em open, like a surgery
These f**kers writing like me, I'mma sue for perjury
I never heard of you, I guarantee you've heard of me
And if I’m being honest, you could probably learn from me
I am ready to die, I say it with certainty
And f**ker, if it's not money, you won't get work from me
Break. Me. Open
Break. Me. Open
Break me open, eyes bloodshot, she can't breathe don't give a f**k, I'm the devil what you want? I want more souls, so envy
Die!
