ROCKSTAR by Can of Bliss

Rockstar obsessed with the big time I'd understand if you never wanna see me again Call the doctor, I'm going crazy I'ma broadcast the void to the world again Okay, been stuck here since the day The all too common question is to walk or to decay No wait, the weight, the all too common fate And if you never love it, I'ma push it to my face, wo-o-oah What would you do if you put your spoons in a drawer And it's too late for you to open up another door Crossing my fingers, living long enough for the shelf I did it all, all for myself The dark side of the moon isn't the place Nobody can see my face Everybody wants help with keeping up the pace So let's give them all a count down (1, 2, 3, 4) Rockstar animal, controversy cannibal Yeah I got some shit to say, I'll be the one to say it Future classical, I'll be international Yeah I got some shit to say, you'll be the ones to hear it I'm a rockstar, bitch, I'm a rockstar I'm a rockstar, bitch, I'm a rockstar I'm so valuable, reckless and irrational Yeah I got some shit to say, yeah, you better believe it Eleven years and some time to rest It's not my time yet, yeah I should've guessed Yeah I get depressed, and overwhelmed, and stressed Just means that this music's gonna be my best Shit moves fast, you better act with haste Don't you know that we always want a taste Everybody wants help with keeping up the pace So lets give them all a count down (1, 2, 3, 4) Rockstar animal, controversy cannibal Yeah I got some shit to say, I'll be the one to say it Future classical, I'll be international Yeah I got some shit to say, you'll be the ones to hear it I'm a rockstar, bitch, I'm a rockstar I'm a rockstar, bitch, I'm a rockstar I'm so valuable, reckless and irrational Yeah I got some shit to say, yeah, you better believe- Rockstar animal, controversy cannibal Yeah I got some shit to say (I'll be the one to say it) Future classical, I'll be international Yeah I got some shit to say (You'll be the ones to hear it) The dark side of the moon isn't the place Nobody can see my face Everybody wants help Let's just take them right to the count down (1, 2, 3, go) Ah, yeah, and every time I think about it And in the moment, can't talk about it And I feel so fucking sick to my stomach Sick to my stomach