[Verse 1] Gimme a penthouse way up in the sky, Gold-plated doors so they know when I arrive. Suitcase full of cash that I’ll never have to count, A butler in a tux just to kick the deadbeats out. I’ll have a private jet, don’t care where it goes, Name in the lights, taking up the whole road. A statue in the lobby so they bow when I walk in, Hell, might as well carve my face into the wind. Guitar-shaped pool, record plaques on the wall, Custom-built throne just to take my calls. If I want it, I’ll get it—don’t care what it costs, ‘Cause the rules don’t apply when you’re the boss. [Pre-Chorus 1] I’m gonna trade this life for fortune and fame, And when they say I sold out, I’ll pretend I’m ashamed. [Chorus 1] I wanna be a rockstar, get paid to exist, Gonna sign my name with a diamond-tipped fist. Ride through the city in a stretch limousine, Drink ‘til I forget what being sober means. Private room backstage where the doors stay closed, Bodyguards to tell me what I already know. And we’ll all stay skinny ‘cause we just won’t eat, Too busy snorting lines off a Grammy seat. Gonna party like the legends and never grow old, 'Cause they only die young when the records go gold. [Verse 2] Gimme a black card with no spending cap, And a manager who lies so I never pay tax. Let the label pick my words, I don’t care what they say, As long as the checks keep rolling my way. I’ll have my own cologne, my face on a brand, Sell broken dreams in a marketing scam. Ten cars in the driveway, but I don’t even drive, Let my assistant do that—hell, I barely go outside. [Pre-Chorus 2] I’m gonna trade this life for fortune and fame, And when they say I sold out, I’ll pretend I’m ashamed. [Chorus 2] I wanna be a rockstar, get paid to exist, Gonna sign my name with a diamond-tipped fist. Ride through the city in a stretch limousine, Drink ‘til I forget what being sober means. Private room backstage where the doors stay closed, Bodyguards to tell me what I already know. And we’ll all stay skinny ‘cause we just won’t eat, Too busy snorting lines off a Grammy seat. Gonna party like the legends and never grow old, 'Cause they only die young when the records go gold. Gonna buy a fake mansion in the hills out west, With a trophy wife who loves me ‘til I’m broke like the rest. I’ll be on every magazine, on every damn screen, But I’ll still wake up wondering what the hell it all means. [Bridge] Gonna pop my pills from a Pez dispenser, Pay a ghostwriter just to call me clever. Lip-sync live, but they’ll still sing along, ‘Cause nobody cares when the money stays strong. [Final Chorus] I wanna be a rockstar, get paid to exist, Gonna sign my name with a diamond-tipped fist. Ride through the city in a stretch limousine, Drink ‘til I forget what being sober means. Private room backstage where the doors stay closed, BodyBodyguards to tell me what I already know. And we’ll all stay skinny ‘cause we just won’t eat, Too busy snorting lines off a Grammy seat. Gonna party like the legends and never grow old, 'Cause they only die young when the records go gold. Gonna buy a fake mansion in the hills out west, With a trophy wife who loves me ‘til I’m broke like the rest. But if I wake up broke and washed up one day, I’ll just sell my story like I planned it that way. [Outro] [Spoken] [Deep, raspy voice] "Well kid, good luck with that… ‘cause we both know how this ends."
