Lyrics

[Intro] Oh, [?] I feel like a viewer on [?] Toll on these yellow roads There's no place like home Thinking 'bout my last trip My head was split a click, click, click Three times, times (Oh!) [Verse] Now, I'm only top like granite Not just popstar, you get popped like talks get popped, like candy You get punked on camera, moshpit, punk shit, dumb shit, dumb shit Rockstar fandom, bands go bandemonium Maybach, big truck, Rolls-Royce Phantom (Uhhh!) In this lifestyle that we chose, man, this shit get crazy In this lifestyle that we chose, shit might drive you crazy You put your homies ovеr hoes, so you gangsta lived it Now, [?] finger-lickin' and it tastеs delicious [Instrumental Outro]