Rockstar

I just wanna be an all star

Run five-hundred yards

Rockstar life buying luxury cars

I want a Bentley

Want a nice Porsche

I want a whip with butterfly doors

Grammy and a billion views

Enough money to afford nice shoes

Girlfriends and a Golden Goose

And a golden tooth, man, what about you?

I just wanna go back to my room

I don't want the fame, I just want you

I wish I was famous

Nobody knows me

I do the same shit

Do what they tell me

I have dreams that I'm living in the hills

I'm chilling with my homie Rick Ross paying bills

They call me faceless

I need a face lift

Radio stations

Hate on my playlists

One day, I'ma shoot a shot at Mars

Fall into its orbit, lemme fall into your arms

I just wanna go back to my room

I don't want the fame, I just want you

I just wanna go back to my room, my room

I don't want the fame, I just want you, want you

And I've tried doing all that I can

I'll walk to Japan

If it means that I won't fall

Off, bite my own tongue

Just to save all the numbers I made

I feed it like an animal

Pumped up, full of all this love (I don't wanna)

Go, go, though it won't take much (I don't wanna)

Change clothes since we're so damn close (I just want to)

Go home, baby, fuck this show

I just wanna go back to my room, my room

I don't want the fame, I just want you, want you

I just wanna go back to my room, my room

I don't want the fame, I just want you, want you

Forget everything I ever wanted

All I want is to see your eyes

Feel the weight of the stones in my pockets

I just want you to know I'm fine