Rolling Stone

Fill the ashtray up (The ashtray up) With blunts all weekend (Blunts all weekend) I feel my bathtub up (My bathtub up) With ice and tequila (With ice and tequila) Fill the whole crib up (The whole crib up) With cigarettes and bitches (cigarettes and bitches) Had a threesome with some strippers (Had a threesome with some strippers) Woke up with some stitches (Woke up with some stitches) I know (I know) Your boy is on some rockstar shit (Your boy is on some rockstar shit) Oh, oh, oh, oh (Your boy is on some rockstar shit) I know (I know) I'm headed for some Cobain shit (I'm headed for some Cobain shit) Oh, oh, oh, oh (I'm headed for some Cobain shit) Rolling stone (Rolling stone) With grades like that man, you could've been an astronaut And been just as high Rolling stone (Rolling stone) With a home like that man, you could've been anything (Yeah) But you chose this life Couple weeks out on the road and you begin to feel different You're in Paris, then in London then in Berlin with some bitches Then you make it back to LA and you do not know the difference And you fly back to Canada and drink because depression got you Fucked up in the head Lyin' in your bed Sleeping while some pretty girl is tryna give you head I know Your boy is on his rockstar shit Oh, oh I lit the whole damn club, on a Sunday afternoon And on Monday morning, got a hotel room And on Monday evening, man I waited 'till the crew came And the very next night, had the club going up on a Tuesday Rolling stone (Rolling stone) With grades like that man, you could've been an astronaut And been just as high Rolling stone (Rolling stone) With a home like that man, you could've been anything (Yeah) But you chose this life Rolling stone (Rolling stone) With a face like that, boy you could've been president (Yeah) But you're just as bad Rolling stone (Rolling stone) With a heart like that man, you could've been anything (Yeah) And been just as sad Rolling stone