ROCKSTAR DEAD Verse 1 I want a blacked-out truck with a blood-red dash A six-figure watch and a room full of cash I want my bad decisions turning into tattoos And somebody online saying, “Man, I wanna be you” I want the penthouse view with the curtains closed A backstage pass where nobody knows If I’m having the time of my goddamn life Or just getting real good at surviving the night Got a bottle in my left hand, phone in my right Ten thousand strangers telling me I’m alright Everybody loves you when the lights stay on Nobody calls when the signal’s gone Pre-Chorus They want the smoke They want the scars They want the story They want the cars They want the crown They want the name Everybody wants the fire Till they’re standing in the flame Chorus Everybody wants to be a rockstar Till the whole damn world knows who you are Till your best friends turn into bodyguards And your worst nights turn into works of art Everybody wants that top-floor life Cheap champagne and expensive lies You can have my name, my fame, my scars Everybody wants to be a rockstar But nobody wants to die like one Nobody wants to cry like one Everybody wants to shine like one Till the spotlight feels like a loaded gun Post-Chorus Rock-rock-rockstar Smile for the camera Rock-rock-rockstar Nobody knows ya Rock-rock-rockstar Everybody loves ya Till they don’t Till they don’t Till they don’t Verse 2 I want a hundred missed calls from people I hate A velvet rope and a twenty-minute wait Want my face on a shirt that I never would wear And a girl in the mirror saying, “You’re never really there” I want paparazzi catching me half alive Make a headline out of how I barely survived Sell the breakdown, stream the pain Turn a nervous system into a marketing campaign Yeah, I got followers Who don’t follow me home Got a million little hearts Still sleeping alone Got everything they told me I should want Funny how enough still ain’t enough Pre-Chorus They want the smoke They want the scars They want the story They want the cars They want the crown They want the name Everybody wants the fire Till they’re standing in the flame Chorus Everybody wants to be a rockstar Till the whole damn world knows who you are Till your best friends turn into bodyguards And your worst nights turn into works of art Everybody wants that top-floor life Cheap champagne and expensive lies You can have my name, my fame, my scars Everybody wants to be a rockstar But nobody wants to die like one Nobody wants to cry like one Everybody wants to shine like one Till the spotlight feels like a loaded gun Rap / Half-Time Breakdown I want the clicks, want the cash, want the clothes Want the table in the back where nobody goes Want the smoke in the room, want the bass too loud Want a thousand fake friends in a sold-out crowd Want the blue-check love and the blacklist hate Want a beautiful disaster I can monetize Want a therapist, lawyer, dealer on call Want everything, baby— I want it all Till the party gets quiet And the silence gets mean And you can’t tell the person From the brand on the screen Whole world says, “Brother, you’re living the dream” Yeah— Then why the fuck Can’t I sleep? DROP I got— MONEY FAME SEX PAIN DO IT POST IT DO IT AGAIN MONEY FAME SEX PAIN Everybody scream my name! Final Chorus Everybody wants to be a rockstar Till the whole damn world knows who you are Till your own damn house feels way too large And your heartbeat sounds like an alarm Everybody wants that top-floor life Perfect teeth and a fucked-up mind You can have my throne, my name, my scars Everybody wants to be a rockstar But nobody wants to bleed like one Nobody wants to need someone Everybody wants to live like one Till the good time starts feeling like a loaded gun Final Hook / Outro Rock-rock-rockstar Smile for the camera Rock-rock-rockstar Nobody knows ya Rock-rock-rockstar Everybody loves ya— When you’re up When you’re hot When you’re everything they’re not Rock-rock-rockstar Here’s the dirty little secret: Everybody wants to be a rockstar— Nobody wants to be the person underneath it.
