Blonde Rockstar

Blonde rockstar Blonde rockstar I'm getting Blonde rockstar I'm getting real faded Oh this is gonna be good Let's go Blonde Rockstar I'm getting real faded Blonde Rockstar I hope I can make it Blonde Rockstar Looking for friends (Alright, Alright) Take these tabs Little paper Under the tongue Bitter flavor (I heard that means it's fenty) Walls closing in The rooms getting smaller Don't know what to do when all is over Looking in the mirror Seeing eyes that are not my own I don't know what to do alone My body is morphing My hands are melting I'm getting anxious I might actually die (No No No) I didn't even get to say goodbye (Bye Bye Bye) Life is short I'm wondering why Could I not stay Just for another night One more night that's all I can ask Please don't let me die off this tab (L S Deeeeee) I don't even know if I'm real Depersonalization isn't a thrill (I don't feel anything) Blonde Rockstar I'm getting real faded Blonde Rockstar I hope I can make it Blonde Rockstar Looking for friends (Alright, Alright) I know the tabs don't want to kill me (It's about how it felt) Unless it was laced (Fenty) Somebody come heal me (Sage) Never again Until I'm looking for it like it's a job (Give it some time, they'll work in your favor) I miss the melting walls And the fact I could see songs Close my eyes Close my eyes I could see it all And I gave it up In the end Can't be a Blonde Rockstar if I'm dead In the end Never know what's on the paper In the end In the end This is your end