Rockstar - Tsew The Kid

J’nous voyait en couverture d’un magazine

Tout les deux signait a fond dans la musique

Tu m’aidais a top line quand j’arrivais pas

Et je t’aidais a ecrire toutes t’es idées noires

Aujourd’hui t’es plus la putain ça va trop vite

J’ai voulu m’consolé en baisant 2, 3 bitch

En buvant des litres et des litres

Mais ça ne vas pas remplacé le faut que j’etais ta little rockstar, eh

Ouai sa little rockstar, eh

Quand on baisé fucked up dans son canap' non fuck son petit appart

J’etait sa little rockstar

Ouai sa little rickstar

Quand on laissé la musique dire ce que l’on caché tout au fond de nos coeur,

et la ta l’coeur cassé

Au resto puis on l’fera tout l’week-end

Une derniere baise avant d’se detaché

Elle m’a d’mander apres c’est quoi qu’tu fais

J’vais doublé benefices, plus de benefices

J’revien au stud' j’me tue au taff pour l’oublié

Avec mes gars j’vais tout niqué

Quand faut du cash je repond tout d’suite le temps me prend la tete de faire la

fete

Vu qu’on m’attend c’est compliquer, y’a foule de gens a mes concerts babe

Rockstar j’suis une rockstar

J’suis pas en cos’costar j’suis sous vodk

Des bons sons j’en ai plus d’mille dans mon block note, eh ayay

Si tu savais

Aujoud’hui t’es plus la putain ca va trop vite (hum)

J’ai voulu me consolé en baisant 2, 3 bitch (hum)

En buvant des litres (hum) et des litres (HUM)

Mais ça ne peux pas remplacé le fait que j’etait ta little rockstar

Ouai sa little rockstar

Quand-on baise fucked up dans son canap' non fuck son petit appart

J’etait sa little rockstar

Ouai sa little rockstar

Quand on laissé la musique dire se que l’on caché tout au fond de nos coeurs

Et la ta l’coeur cassé

I saw us on the cover of a magazine

Both signed deep into the music

You used to help me on the top line when I couldn't

And I helped you write down all your dark thoughts

Today you're not the whore anymore, it's going too fast

I wanted to console myself by fucking 2, 3 bitches

Drinking gallons and gallons

But that ain't gonna replace me having to be your little rockstar, eh

Yeah his little rockstar, eh

When we fucked fucked up in his couch, no fuck his little apartment

I was his little rockstar

Yeah its little rickstar

When we let the music say what we hide deep in our hearts,

and your heart broke

At the restaurant then we'll do it all weekend

One last kiss before getting detached

She asked me after what are you doing

I'll double profits, more profits

I'm coming back to the stud, I'm killing myself on the job for the forgotten

With my guys I'm going to fuck everything

When I need cash I answer right away the time takes my head to do the

party

Since I'm expected it's complicated, there's a crowd of people at my concerts babe

Rockstar I am a rockstar

I'm not in costar, I'm on vodk

Good sounds I have more than a thousand in my notepad, eh ayay

If you knew

Today you're not the whore anymore, it's going too fast (hum)

I wanted to console myself by fucking 2, 3 bitches (hum)

Drinking liters (hum) and liters (hum)

But that can't replace the fact that I was your little rockstar

Yeah its little rockstar

When-we fuck fucked up in his couch 'non fuck his little apartment

I was his little rockstar

Yeah its little rockstar

When we let the music say what we hid deep in our hearts

And your heart broke