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"Rockstar"-Another one.
"Rockstar"
[Verse 1] The younger man sat in his father's van He'd tap his hands with dreams of a band Play guitar, wish music could get him far Writing songs, about to blow a sitting star Move to LA, heart crushed to pulp like jelly He wrote a song down, it's titled "For Kelly" Got his friends and pulled out his pens Completes the track and then he sends A band demo with hopes of sitting in limos With perfect tempos, sends the band memos Sitting still unsigned, seems his will had died Lost his thoughts when a man took his rhymes He smashed his ax and got all packed Went back to Jersey without his soul intact All he wants is a contract, but he ran back to his home and then he turned to crack [Verse 2] Three years later, without a place to live Mind playing riffs, knew he was wasting gifts He saw his friends, confessed what he was on Returned to LA with all of his demons gone Wrote a new song, titled it "You Know I'm Wrong" Traded in the demo so he could fill the bong He tore five strings while still the sixth one rings He again gave up hopes to play guitar and sing Head began to twirl with all these different things Gave up on his prayer and had clipped his wings Fought his drummer and lived out of his truck All out of luck, obvious he doesn't give a fuck Sheds a tear each night, but he still would write Had a notebook full but he kept it out of the light Talent was a secret, imagination is all we get He'd write the song, toss it, never again read it [Verse 3] He met his band and they gave him a grand Said he'd again be in front of a mic stand "For Kelly" got a label and an album deal Awaited a response not knowing how he'd feel No longer had to steal now his dreams were real Smiled, he'd have a house, no weapons concealed Went to a studio and made the disc, "Do We Know?" Combination of grunge, funk, metal, even groovy flow First single reached #1, album opened thunderous Two million first week, album became wondrous He was an icon, became caught in a cyclone He went to bed and he became God by dawn After feeling stressed, went to Canada to rest He was diamond there, thrill took away his breath Going crazy on fame, he stood out in the rain Already high off what could destroy his brain He could not contain his feelings he felt the pain If it wasn't for a girl he just met he would go insane Started off as steady, but shortly lead to a wedding They went off to an island setting, and then forgetting All of the attention of his second album's release Followers made pain increase, he just wanted peace He began to snort, had plenty of money to support Stated the next day that he overdosed on a news report. |
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What colour were his eyes?
One blew that way -------------------------------> <------------------------- One blew that way |
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