There are things in life that help with the hustle
Rockstar— to you I clutch
Like money and ab muscles
You can’t ever have too much
Sometimes you aren’t around
My tongue longing for your touch
I scrounge along the ground
I only need 2 bucks
In the freezer I let you mingle
A slushy, ice cold dream
Vision shaky, scalp a-tingle
As I chug your sweet caffeine
I’ll scream it to the nation
Rockstar, you make my day complete
without your candy carbonation…
I feel like sheet
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