


McLemore killed himself by drinking potassium cyanide on Jwhile the podcast was still in production. Verse 2: DaBaby It's safe to say I earned it, ain't a nigga gave me nothin' (Yeah, yeah, yeah) I'm ready to hop out on a nigga, get to bustin' Know you heard me say, 'You play, you lay,' don't. He recorded conversations with McLemore & other people in Woodstock. Reed investigated the crime & eventually found that no such murder took place, though he struck up a friendship with the depressed but colorful character of McLemore. After a year of exchanging emails & several months of conversation with McLemore, producer Brian Reed traveled to Woodstock to investigate. McLemore sent an email to the staff of the show 'This American Life' asking them to investigate an alleged murder in his hometown of Woodstock, Alabama, a place McLemore claimed to despise. Matt also comments specifically on the lyrics: "I decided that the lyrics would shadow McLemore's life." In 2012, antiquarian horologist John B. Watching the initial trailers for the game & looking at production sketches reminded him of the 'S-Town' podcast & its main protagonist, John B. Matt Shadows their lead singer says the song was written as per request from the developers of Call of Duty: Black Ops 4. Im surfin screamin cowabunga, totally dude! Ya im with the shop boyz, you know what we do, My ice make em go down quick, like the titanic,

White bitches wanna marry me, they see me they jus might panic, Im jumpin in the crowd, just to see if they would carry me, I seen a show with Travis Barker, rockstar mentality, Now Im on a golf course, trippin with the Osbournes Imma star, imma make it rain from the center of my guitar!Īs soon I came out the womb, my momma knew a star was born Shop Boyz rockstarz, ya we bought to change the game,Ĭhange the game? they know that imma star, You know me, with a skull belt, and wallet chain, Me n my band man, on a yacht wit marilyn manson gettin a tan man, They fine and they hot bruh, when im in the spot bruh, yuh, yuh,ĭo it with the black n the white like a cop car, Oh dont you know i fuck with fine dimes that look like pamela, I do it like i do it, cuz you know them hoes bein tryin Im tryna grab hold of my pants, but these hoes wont let my thang go, You know them hoe be at my show, grabbin where my chain go, Stabbed me in my back with a clean smirk Lookin' so deep into your eyes, I can read your thoughts, so Shut the fuck-, I mean, please don't talk I done been through too much and I don't need another loss Put that on every war scar for every battle I fought Uh, copped a BMW, new deposit, I picked up another bag Like fuck it, I'ma count while I'm. Im flyin down 20, lookin good in my hot car Im on a moneymaking mission, but I party like a rockstar Party like a rockstar, tut-tut-tut-totally dude! Note: When you embed the widget in your site, it will match your site's styles (CSS).Party like a rock, party like a rockstar!
ROCKSTAR LYRICS CLEAN CODE
Get the embed code Bizarre - Rockstar Album Lyrics1.Rockstar (a cappella)2.Rockstar (album version)3.Rockstar (Cully Notes remix)4.Rockstar (Radio Call Out Hook)5.Rockstar (radio version clean)Bizarre Lyrics provided by I'm at the mall, collecting girls' drawers I don't drive, I got a chauffer to pick me up The guy with the shower cap running the streets If I don't get punch, you gon' get punched Talkin' bout the little two days I did in jail The fans want Bizarre, they don't want Em If you look you could see me in the camera Hugs and kisses get my clothes all sweaty Pre-Chorus And all these angels and demons Keep shoutin and screamin Im fallin from Eden Chorus So fuck me like a rockstar, dancing on a cop car Nothin in the world can stop me now Fucked.
