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!AS what you cookin' up?
Skrrt of the pain but I'm caught in the game
Henny in my cup, but it can't numb the shame
Complicated love, like a twisted frame
Addiction to a heart that don't remember my name (my name)
Yeah, I'm a rockstar, livin' in the dark
Shawty left me broken, now I'm lost in the park
Counting 100's in my pocket, but that shit don't spark
Bankroll, steady growin' but my soul, left a mark (left a mark)
All these ice on my wrist, but it don't freeze the tears
Money all around me, but I'm drowning in fears
Drugs got me faded, but still feeling so clear
Lost in the echoes, can't escape what I hear
Shawty on my mind, but she don't even call
Designer dreams shattered, they're ready to fall
Lonely nights, wild thoughts in my dome
Rollie on my wrist, but I'm feeling so alone
Struggles hit hard, but I'm never backing down
Rockstar life, I wear the crown in this town
Drugs in my system, but I stay on the ground
Bentley or Bugatti, gotta hustle to shine
Skrrt of the pain but I'm caught in the game
Henny in my cup, but it can't numb the shame
Complicated love, like a twisted frame
Addiction to a heart that don't remember my name (my name)
Yeah, I'm a rockstar, livin' in the dark
Shawty left me broken, now I'm lost in the park
Counting 100's in my pocket, but that shit don't spark
Bankroll, steady growin' but my soul, left a mark (left a mark)
Cartier frames, see the world through my lens
Chasing after dreams, but the struggle never ends
Falling like a piece, but my heart's up for rent
Grammy on the shelf, tell me where the time went
So here I am, just a king without a throne
Million dollar dreams, but I'm still all alone
Take another hit, watch the world turn to stone
In this fast lane, it's a cold undertone
Skrrt of the pain but I'm caught in the game
Henny in my cup, but it can't numb the shame
Complicated love, like a twisted frame
Addiction to a heart that don't remember my name
Yeah, I'm a rockstar, livin' in the dark
Shawty left me broken, now I'm lost in the park
Counting 100's in my pocket, but that shit don't spark
Bankroll, steady growin' but my soul, left a mark
Skrrt of the pain but I'm caught in the game
Henny in my cup, but it can't numb the shame
!AS what you cookin' up?



Writer(s): Anton Stertman, Noel Gustav Jonas Lärksäter



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