Rockstar DAY

Rockstar

DAY

Joshua Salazar

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Tuning Standard (E A D G B E)
Beat 4/4
Key: Am
Capo:
No capo
Strumming 1

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Lyrics

[Intro]
Am Asus4
Am
Asus2                      Am
     I’ve been fuckin’ hoes and poppin’ pillies,

[Verse 1]
       Asus4                     Am
Man, I feel just like a rockstar.
Asus2                Am
     All my brothers got that gas,
                   Asus4                  Am
And they always be smokin’ like a rasta.
Asus2                   Am
     Fuckin’ with me, call up on a Uzi
         Asus4                      Am
And show up,  man, them the shottas.
Asus2               Am
     When my homies pull up on your block,
               Asus4                Am
They make that thing go grrratatata!
Asus2              Am
     Shit was legendary,
                   A7sus4
Threw a TV out the window of the Montage.
Am                      Asus2
  Cocaine on the table, liquor pourin’,
                    Am
don’t give a damn,
                           Asus4
Dude, your girlfriend is a groupie,
                      Am
she just tryna get in,
Asus2                                  Am
     Sayin’, «I’m with the band!»
Asus4 Am                       Asus2
        Now she actin’ outta pocket,
                    Am
Tryna grab up on my pants,
                      Asus4
Hundred bitches in my trailer
                           Am
Say they ain’t got a man,
Asus2                           Am
     And they all brought a friend,

[Pre-Verse]
Asus4 Am
Asus2                   Am
     I’ve been in the Hills fuckin superstars,

[Verse 2]
Asus4                 Am
Feelin like a popstar.
Asus2
     Drankin Henny,
    Am
bad bitches jumpin in the pool
    A7sus4                     Am
And they ain’t got on no bra.
Asus2
     Hit her from the back,
Am
pullin on her tracks,
        A7sus4                      Am
Now she screamin out, «¡No más!»
Asus2                             Am
     They like, «Savage, why you got
                        Asus4
A twelve car garage and you  only got six cars?»
Am                   Asus2
  I ain’t with the cakin,
                  Am
how you kiss that?
                     Asus4
Your wifey say I’m lookin like a whole snack,
Am                     Asus2                     Am
  Green hundreds in my safe, and I got old racks,
L.A.
               Asus4
bitches always askin,
«Where the coke at?»
Am                 Asus2                    Am
  Livin like a rockstar, smash out on a cop car,
                   Asus4                      Am
Sweeter than a Pop-Tart, you know you are not hard,
                    Asus2
I done made the hot chart,
                         Am
‘member I used to trap hard,
                 Asus4                        Am   Asus2
Livin like a rockstar, I’m livin like a rockstar.

[Interlude]
Am Asus4 Am
Asus2                      Am
     I’ve been fuckin’ hoes and poppin’ pillies,

[Outro]
       Asus4                     Am
Man, I feel just like a rockstar.

Bars

[Intro]
| Am | Asus4 | Am | Asus2 |
| Am |

I’ve been fuckin’ hoes and poppin’ pillies,

[Verse 1]
     | Asus4  | Am | Asus2 |
| Am | Asus4  | Am | Asus2 |
| Am | Asus4  | Am | Asus2 |
| Am | Asus4  | Am | Asus2 |
| Am | A7sus4 | Am | Asus2 |
| Am | Asus4  | Am | Asus2 |
| Am | Asus4  | Am | Asus2 |
| Am | Asus4  | Am | Asus2 |
| Am |

Man, I feel just like a rockstar.
All my brothers got that gas,
And they always be smokin’ like a rasta.
Fuckin’ with me, call up on a Uzi
And show up,  man, them the shottas.
When my homies pull up on your block,
They make that thing go grrratatata!
Shit was legendary,
Threw a TV out the window of the Montage.
Cocaine on the table, liquor pourin’,
don’t give a damn,
Dude, your girlfriend is a groupie,
she just tryna get in,
Sayin’, «I’m with the band!»
Now she actin’ outta pocket,
Tryna grab up on my pants,
Hundred bitches in my trailer
Say they ain’t got a man,
And they all brought a friend,

[Pre-Verse]
     | Asus4 | Am | Asus2 |
| Am |

I’ve been in the Hills fuckin superstars,

[Verse 2]
     | Asus4  | Am | Asus2 |
| Am | A7sus4 | Am | Asus2 |
| Am | A7sus4 | Am | Asus2 |
| Am | Asus4  | Am | Asus2 |
| Am | Asus4  | Am | Asus2 |
| Am | Asus4  | Am | Asus2 |
| Am | Asus4  | Am | Asus2 |
| Am | Asus4  | Am | Asus2 |

Feelin like a popstar.
Drankin Henny,
bad bitches jumpin in the pool
And they ain’t got on no bra.
Hit her from the back,
pullin on her tracks,
Now she screamin out, «¡No más!»
They like, «Savage, why you got
A twelve car garage and you  only got six cars?»
I ain’t with the cakin,
how you kiss that?
Your wifey say I’m lookin like a whole snack,
Green hundreds in my safe, and I got old racks,
L.A.
bitches always askin,
«Where the coke at?»
Livin like a rockstar, smash out on a cop car,
Sweeter than a Pop-Tart, you know you are not hard,
I done made the hot chart,
‘member I used to trap hard,
Livin like a rockstar, I’m livin like a rockstar.

[Interlude]
| Am | Asus4 | Am | Asus2 |
| Am |

I’ve been fuckin’ hoes and poppin’ pillies,

[Outro]
    | Asus4 | Am |

Man, I feel just like a rockstar.

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