TURN HEEL

(Rockstar, rockstar, rockstar, rockstar) (Rockstar, rockstar, rockstar, rockstar) (Rockstar, rockstar, rockstar, rockstar) (Ma-mama-ma) Mama said my first word was icky, that's silly Somehow I'm really A self-made rock and roll star like Ziggy No biggie, how'd I get this jiggy? Ever since my first ciggie got litty, no kidding Been smokin' like Jimmy Friends with celebrities, no really I just got a text from Billie Eilish Watch me pave the way, got mileage Didn't hear it coming, moving silent Recoup the contract, now I'm feeling Irish Independence Day, like the Fourth of July Cue the sirens, now it's my time, no sidekick, I win Do it on my own, no stylist Timing couldn't be better, I'm smiling Now my vision's clearer, like a diamond, look into my iris You can see my truth, got nothing to prove I already got a hit or two, ooh, I can't lose Switch my style, but I keep my point of view And I'm cute, wink, smooch Turn to camera, little smile, point and shoot (Ah-ah) This shit feels like I'm 'bout to turn heel Now my bank account is looking surreal Jesse James, back on the run Hit the fadeaway and one Jesse James, back on the run Hit the fadeaway and one (Ma-mama-ma) Mama said my first word was icky, that's silly Somehow I'm really A self-made rock (Rockstar) and roll star like Ziggy No biggie, how'd I get this jiggy? Ever since my first ciggie got litty, no kidding Been smokin' like Jimmy Friends with celebrities, no really I just got a text from Billie (It's Jesse, baby) (It's Jesse, baby) (It's Jesse, baby) (It's Jesse, baby)