The sun is out so put your screen down I'm in your phones like the NSA You're a ripoff 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 I don't got a car, mind on Mars I'm spitting bars, I'm a real rockstar Cocaine white, Hi-Tech Sprite Drugs all night, I'ma end my life Fuck your cars, mind on Mars Drugs and guitars, I'm a real rockstar She was geeking, on the molly He done placing on everybody She was tweaking at the party Now I'm leaving, and you're sorry Come rolling around in the Mase 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, now I'm in my Abercrombie I got ten grand all in my Lambo n' jeans Yeah, I got a bust down, I'm living so free Yeah, 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 I don't got a car, mind on Mars I'm spitting bars, I'm a real rockstar Cocaine white, Hi-Tech Sprite Drugs all night I'ma end my life Fuck your cars, mind on Mars Drugs and guitars, I'm a real rockstar Rock stars, punk stars Equal flourish Dirty laundry on the floor Two guitars in my bed Sleeping with me each night and my best friend 'Cause you'll find the results sad and bleak Goodnight