Riff Lyrics

Who do you think you're talking to

Rock chrome with all my revenue

I hate the fact I need propylene

I hate the fact I need dopamine

Adrenaline pumping through my vein

Riff in my soul, you boost the gain

He's getting high, no blood, no pain

Liquid substance destroy my brain

Woke up in the pouring rain

Burn our photos with butane

His music bland call it romaine

My music hits like pure cocaine

Rare caviar, Electric guitar

Light my cigar, I'm rockstar

Mama know, getting dough

At my show, I hit falsetto

Ksubi hops, fan base large

Champagne pops, no surcharge

Rockstar gone, I'm on a binge

Heard his song, made me cringe

He's giving up, he's looking back

Rockstar rap, Mackonthetrack

Diamonds on leather

Preform with no pressure

Always together

Nothings forever

Never do business

Always do pleasure

Woke up in the pouring rain

Burn our photos with butane

His music bland call it romaine

My music hits like pure cocaine

Truffles and chrome, it's not a dream

Rockstar life, when I make them scream

Leather or jewels, don't make me choose

Lighting the fuse, want genius interviews

Rev my engine, subwoofer blast

People staring, zoom on past

Chasing fame, know my name

He's a lame, play the game

Burning rubber, hit the gas

Got limelight, make it last

Pulse is racing, worlds a blur

Now I'm pacing, feeling demur

Woke up in the pouring rain

Burn our photos with butane

His music bland call it romaine

My music hits like pure cocaine

Lights are flashing, my stage is ablaze

Heads are thrashing, fans are in a daze

With this chord, I found my new high

With this record, my riffs will amplify