Punkstar ft. Spaceman Zack Lyrics

Lately, I been feeling like a motherfucking punk star

I don’t even know how I got up in this cop car

Thousand on a bag

Thousand on the pants

You just wanna talk

But I just wanna dance

Lately, I been feeling like a motherfucking rock star

I just spoke to moms and she thinks that imma go far

Show after show

Drug after drug

I don't got long

So imma live it up

Lately I been feeling like a motherfucking rock star

Every night I wake up in a motherfucking cop car

No Id, Nose full of blow

Black out again then it’s hoe after hoe yeah

Fuck me (Fuck me)

In the backroom (Back room)

She don’t know my name but she singing all my rap songs

Fuck me (Fuck me)

Yeah, no love (No love)

Everybody tell me I’m a legend (Duh)

Pocket full of blue face, don’t know how I got it

Then I blow it all quick, I don’t really care about it

I just wanna live life, make money, have fun

I ain’t listening to you, I don’t really give a fuck yeah

Rip my shirt

And pull my hair

They hate on me

But I don’t care yeah

Lately, I been feeling like a motherfucking punk star

I don’t even know how I got up in this cop car

Thousand on a bag

Thousand on the pants

You just wanna talk

But I just wanna dance

Lately, I been feeling like a motherfucking rock star

I just spoke to moms and she thinks that imma go far

Show after show

Drug after drug

I don't got long

So imma live it up

I hope that you are so jealous of me

‘Cuz you ripped out my heart when you curved me

Now you see me singing on the tv

Feeling like Avril Lavigne in 03'

I hope that you are so jealous of me

‘Cuz you ripped out my heart when you curved me

Now you see me singing on the tv

Feeling like Avril Lavigne in 03'

Knock Knock

It’s the motherfucking Loverboys

Yeah, we rumble walls we don't give fuck ‘bout the noise

Got these pretty bitches rubbing titties and clapping ass

I’m wit yo hoe snorting coke after class

Yeah, I’m skipping first hour chemistry

‘Cuz I’m mixing Percocet’s and ecstasy

And I know that you remember me

I’m your Sk8r boy rocking up MTV

Lately, I been feeling like a motherfucking punk star

I don’t even know how I got up in this cop car

Thousand on a bag

Thousand on the pants

You just wanna talk

But I just wanna dance

Lately, I been feeling like a motherfucking rock star

I just spoke to moms and she thinks that imma go far

Show after show

Drug after drug

I don't got long

So imma live it up