Lyric

I know, you know

My days been low

You know your days

Just need some more

So I’m gonna live

Live like a Rockstar

Don’t give a damn

My plan’s die young

I know, you know

My days been low

You know your days

Just need some more

So I’m gonna live

Live like a Rockstar

Don’t give a damn

My plan’s die young

I’m fucking hungry

Been eating only one plate

Now wanna taste all the restaurants

Ain’t searching for the best lunch

Cake for my dessert

But my DM’s a desert

Fuck trying to find Love for Kurt

That “leave a toothbrush at your crib”

Hurts in a breakup

Now I’m on that shallow to go deep fuck

Only bad hoes to get my fifth rub

I know, you know

My days been low

You know your days

Just need some more

So I’m gonna live

Live like a Rockstar

Don’t give a damn

My plan’s die young

I know, you know

My days been low

You know your days

Just need some more

So I’m gonna live

Live like a Rockstar

Don’t give a damn

My plan’s die young

How many shit we do?

How many things we use?

With the excuse

“We gonna die soon”?

That’s true, I can’t argue

But I’m curious

Am I the one setting my own doom?

Damn

I don’t care cause

When I buy goods, I feel good

And when I buy shoes, void feels full

They say

“You are everything you consume”

I need it to keep feeling brand new

With my new brands

Gold in my neck, K’s in my chest

Acting as I’m the fresh dude

Wanna post and impress people

But this feeling is a fast move

But this feeling is a fast move

But this feeling is so fast, true

People jealous of my shit

That’s what I like

I’m jealous

They got something that I can’t buy

I know, you know

My days been low

You know your days

Just need some more

So I’m gonna live

Live like a Rockstar

Don’t give a damn

My plan’s die young

I know, you know

My days been low

You know your days

Just need some more

So I’m gonna live

Live like a Rockstar

Don’t give a damn

My plan’s die young

I really need some more

So pour more

I wanna fly, man

Where’s the airport?

No airplane

But I’m higher than the forth floor

It’s my ticket to a trip

With no passport

Well, actually with a Passport

It ain’t illegal, man

Please me and pass Scotch

Help! I seek for the best port

I’m a Beatle

Don’t Let Me Down like the last love

Where’s my Yellow Submarine?

I’m floating in a liquor sea

I’m floating in a liquor sea

I ain’t got a submarine

Well, Let It Be

I’ma fucking dive in