Werq - Rockstar

I’m friends with the monster that’s under my bed

Get along with the voices inside of my head

You’re trying to save me, stop holding your breath

And you think I’m crazy, yeah, you think I’m crazy

I wanted the fame, but not the cover of Newsweek

Oh well, guess beggars can’t be choosey

Wanted to receive attention for my music

Wanted to be left alone in public, excuse me

Been wanting my cake, and eat it too, and wanting it both ways

Fame made me a balloon cause my ego inflated

When I blew, see, it was confusing

'Cause all I wanted to do is be the Bruce Lee of loose leaf

Abused ink, used it as a tool when I blw steam (Woo!)

Hit the lottery, oh wee

With what I gave up to get was bittersweet

With this like winning a huge meet

Ironic cause…

YOU ARE NOT SORRY

THAT YOU DID IT

YOU ARE SORRY THAT

I FOUND IT.