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The sun is out so put your screen down I'm in your phones like the NSA You're a rip-off I'm a Punkstar (Bitch, I feel like Fish Narc) BetterOffDead Nigga Old ass clothes, sold out shows Bad little 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'm spitting 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 your 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 want to love me Now 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 Vetement jeans Yeah, I got a bust down and it's all free SongtexteYeah, I know she a bust down, but she won't leave Old ass clothes, sold out shows Bad little 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'm spitting 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 your 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 Aus Songtexte Mania