Pyrophoria Lyrics - I Want to be A Rockstar

Pyrophoria - I Want to be A Rockstar

I want to be a rockstar
I want to change the radar
I was born a scar
I'll tell you what you are
Tell me I'll go far
I used to sing in the car
Now I rap with a guitar
Dumped the bitch with the swear jar
I know I'm bizarre
You could write my memoir
I don't try, or try to raise the bar
I just wanted a sitar
To produce for Kendrick Lamar

Make me something obscene
I am unalike and still unseen
I want to be coming through the screen
To tell kids not to do drugs while they scream
Gaga and Manson somewhere in between
Would be the version of me but pg-13
I want to move to Europe to be the metal queen
All hail all hail all hail kerosene
Envy would no longer the noun for my green
My grass always blue the other side a dream
A wet dream with my therapist and the palm reader Helene
A hearse will be my limousine
I want to never be played on the radio because I'm unclean
Play me in a bdsm club when electricity is the theme
They fear me for my talk of a guillotine
They say I belong back in the time machine
I'm cold; my blood amphetamine
I am a Phoenix fuck Joaquin

You can't write your own words
What are you trying to say to the herds
Well all I really have to say
Is I write circles around you all day

I want to make it big
You know rig
I know dig

I'll rap I'll sing I'll play a sonneto
I have nice falsetto
Never forget though
This ain't the marionette show
Like hello
It's me
I write my own shit
This ain't we
Tell me which part of myself to be
Powder me up but anymore and I leave
Fucker of the arts
Has the smarts
To know she can play all the parts
I got a BS not a BA
So I know when your shit ain't ok
Play me on the station, cute
You got the punchline but not at the root
Oh these people are not astute
Music made for the people is dilute
Words are just there to help compute
Whether or not we give a hoot
Though they sing as though mute
In doodly doot
There is no dispute
I eat the forbidden fruit
Yeah guys, think I'll scoot

You can't write your own words
What are you trying to say to the herds
Well all I really have to say
Is I write circles around you all day

I want to make it big
You know rig
I know dig

Make me a rockstar; I care
I'll fuckin smash everything I swear
But first I'll say what I dare
No one will understand it, they can't bare
I'll get despair, a scare, and glare from Spotify Claire
Adele would cease to shriek on air
Billie lellish would shave off her hair
Lil wayne wouldn't get the pun there
I dominate, call that a punnet square
Behold the girl out of nowhere
Don't bother with Psychological warfare
You're all so stupid yet you're all a millionaire
Count your days though I don't think it's quite fair
For me to come and you to fold like a fucking lawn chair

Written by:
Jessica Hambrick

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