| I’m a rockstar mama
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| Only fragrance on me
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| Is the smell of marijuana
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| Got the drugs and the problems
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| I’m a rockstar mama
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| Suicidal with depression
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| Feel like Kurt in Nirvana
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| Jean denim and a red flannel
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| And my vans match the color of my bandana
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| I’ve been high for two weeks taking anything
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| Exs hit me up they still wishin' for some wedding rings
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| But, I’m a rockstar
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| Only X’s that we fuck with are the white bars
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| Tryna find an urge to quit
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| But that’s a find I find hard
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| I’m still feeling paranoid
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| Thinkin' 'bout you every time
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| The drugs help me hear your voice
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| And I’ve been tryna find you
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| But I know I pass behind you
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| And you know I’ll take your heart
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| As long as you be taking mine too, but
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| You a groupie, yeah
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| You gon' lose me on the next show
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| To the next hoe, wish you never knew me
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| I’m a rockstar mama
|
| Only fragrance on me
|
| Is the smell of marijuana
|
| Got the drugs and the problems
|
| I’m a rockstar mama
|
| Suicidal with depression
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| Feel like Kurt in Nirvana
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| She say she love me whatever that is
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| Do me a favor save that shit |
| I’m a rockstar mama
|
| Only fragrance on me
|
| Is the smell of marijuana
|
| Got the drugs and the problems
|
| I’m a rockstar mama
|
| Suicidal with depression
|
| Feel like Kurt in Nirvana
|
| I’m a rockstar mama
|
| Only fragrance on me
|
| Is the smell of marijuana
|
| Got the drugs and the problems
|
| I’m a rockstar mama
|
| Suicidal with depression
|
| Feel like Kurt in Nirvana |