Rockstar Skinnies Pt. 2
Phew, phew, phew
I got pillies in my rockstar skinnies
I got pillies in my rockstar
I got pillies in my rockstar skinnies
I got pillies in my rockstar
Take what I got, gotta ride it or die
Haze, Molly, X, ‘till it switch off my lights
Trippin' on codeine be off for some time
Promised I quit, but my promises lies
Room kinda empty since we've gone our ways
Back then I never liked to see you crying
Now I just wish that you could shed a tear
All on my (Me) by (Myself) and my (I)
Now I got people but I don’t got space
Time for myself, go without you my way
Show no emotions and I’m always late
Please do not ask me, believe I’m okay
Lost everything, nothing to take away
That’s why I’m grinding, make songs everyday
Living my life like a “death-race for fame”
Call me whenever ‘cause I don’t know sleep
Tripping since so many years
Thinking sometime it just has to go on
I’ve failed just so many times
No it doesn’t even hurt anymore
She don’t know about the beans
In my rockstar skinny jeans
Daily and weekly consume it
I notice how it’s slowly consuming me