Lyrics:

The sun is out so put your screen down
I'm in your phones like the NSA
You're a rip-off
I'm a Punkstar (Bitch, I feel like Fish Narc)
BetterOffDead Nigga

Old ass clothes, sold out shows
Bad little hoes and I fuck 'em like a pro (Fuck 'em like a pro)
I don't got a car, mind on Mars (Mind on Mars)
I'ma spit bars, I'm a real rockstar (I'm a rockstar)
Cocaine white, Hi-Tech Sprite (Hi-Tech Sprite)
Girls all night, I'ma end my life (End my life)
Fuck your cars, mind on Mars (Mind on Mars)
Drugs and guitars, I'm a real rockstar (I'm a real rockstar)

She was geeking, on the molly
Yeah, I'm flexing on everybody
She was tweaking at the party
Now I'm leaving, and you're sorry
Yeah, I'm rolling around in the Mazi
Smoking backwoods, I'm with a barbie
Yeah, I'm hoping that you really want to love me
Now I'm joking, I know you could never love me
Hopping out the car, and I'm in my Abercrombie
I got ten grand all in my Vetement jeans
Yeah, I got a bust down and it's all free
Yeah, I know she a bust down, but she won't leave

Old ass clothes, sold out shows
Bad little hoes and I fuck 'em like a pro (Fuck 'em like a pro)
I don't got a car, mind on Mars (Mind on Mars)
I'ma spit bars, I'm a real rockstar (I'm a rockstar)
Cocaine white, Hi-Tech Sprite (Hi-Tech Sprite)
Girls all night, I'ma end my life (End my life)
Fuck your cars, mind on Mars (Mind on Mars)
Drugs and guitars, I'm a real rockstar (I'm a real rockstar)

Rock stars, punk stars
Equal flourish
Dirty laundry on the floor
Two guitars in my bed
Sleep with me each night and my best friend
But take heed, take warning as not to copy
'Cause you'll find the results sound weak
Goodnight