Tomis Reil - Pop Tarts (feat. Patagonist)

I just want to live like a mothafuckin’ rock star
I’m still in the basement eating on some Pop Tarts
I wanna see my name on every single top charts
Need to slam on the gas, treat my life like a go-kart
I just want to live like a mothafuckin’ rock star
I’m still in the basement eating on some Pop Tarts
I wanna see my name on every single top charts
Need to slam on the gas, treat my life like a go-kart
Stuck in the same city
Question if they fucking with me
Keep putting out new music
But the numbers ain’t really killing
Want to make 10k a day
Have a mil by 28
If I’m being honest
I’ll be lucky if I have
$100 dollars by the end of May
My songs are melodic
My flow is hypnotic
So please tell me why
My music does not hit
Like am I just not it?
No, that is just not it
I know that I got it
Gimme a good reason
As to why I’m not popping
I put in the work and I put in the time
I put in the effort with all of my rhymes
So yeah lil bitch it’s my time to shine
Bent over backwards, don’t know how many times
I am surprised that I haven’t even broken my spine
Can’t compare to my grind
Me and Pata go Rata-tata
On yo ass and will fuck you up
Worse than white peeps when they saying
Michoacana, oh my ‘lanta
Shooting for the stars like we some workers at that NASA
Might be some MCs but we will never drop the hammer
REIL!
I just want to live like a mothafuckin’ rock star
I’m still in the basement eating on some Pop Tarts
I wanna see my name on every single top charts
Need to slam on the gas, treat my life like a go-kart
I just want to live like a mothafuckin’ rock star
I’m still in the basement eating on some Pop Tarts
I wanna see my name on every single top charts
Need to slam on the gas, treat my life like a go-kart
I’m in the sky lookin like a ribbon
Just with your girl Netflix and chillin
Got bald for me just like she krillin
Like some teeth gave her some fill in
With your lil one inch destroyer no feelin
Like it’s nova cane I done overcame
She a dinosaur her saliva pours cause I’m crazy good like a split disorder
I’ll release when he needs be when my enemies takeover
Plant some seeds watch em be palm trees in the industry’s new toaster
Imma about to pop, I ain’t talkin grease
Spartacus, gladiator tings
Swing the sword, every time I speak
Giving halos, I don’t never reach
They know get bodies like thotties they cannot stop me from pop lock also dropping I’m warm than a sweater Cosby worn
Get murked up in a lobby them raptors they wanna try me not trying soon as they sliding then most definitely I’d be torn
There’s rules to this, so I break them
No they can’t be fixed, you can’t tape them
You sitting there for some handouts, like a classroom situation
I’m waitin on my vacation
No I’m waiting on my spaceship
You can be crazy good and not make it
But don’t worry cause we gone to place in first
I just want to live like a mothafuckin’ rock star
I’m still in the basement eating on some Pop Tarts
I wanna see my name on every single top charts
Need to slam on the gas, treat my life like a go-kart
I just want to live like a mothafuckin’ rock star
I’m still in the basement eating on some Pop Tarts
I wanna see my name on every single top charts
Need to slam on the gas, treat my life like a go-kart

Written by:
Thomas Lopez

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