Morrison (The One You Love To Hate)

It's rockstar shit
Like Morrison pulled off of the stage by the pigs
I'm the one you love to hate ain't nothing about me changed, no
If you don't like it you can stay at home

Just me and my rockstar clique
Front row cutie with the right kinda thick
Shirt pulled all the way up, I couldn't miss it
Bring it to the bus, pump it like the piston, yeah

Started in New York, we always sell it out
Then it's Philly filled the tank we ballin' south
Can't wait 'til Miami where it's always hot
Bet that shock value on you cost a lot wrapped up in some frozen rocks

Turn the festival into a riot
I'm above the law go head and call a cop
Said after the show she got the perfect spot
Guess her sugar daddies got a fuckin' yacht

Car is on the way security is locked, backseat I'm gettin' top
Said you wanna ride to the Dallas show
Said that you can start right here right now and show me how you roll
Show me how you roll, show me how you roll

Shades on my eyes feeling super cool
Shade on the keyboard when they see me act a fool
But it don't phase me when they troll

It's rockstar shit
Like Morrison pulled off of the stage by the pigs
I'm the one you love to hate, ain't nothing about me changed, no
If you don't like it you can stay at home

Just me and my rockstar clique
Front row cutie with the right kinda thick
Shirt pulled all the way up
I couldn't miss it
Bring it to the bus, pump it like the piston, yeah

It's rockstar shit
I'm the one you love to hate, ain't nothing about me changed, no
If you don't like it you can stay at home

Sparkin up a stogie, smokin' up the club
Promoter is my homie, he don't give a fuck
Scopin' out the baddest, she out in the cut
Guess I'm just a sucker for that bubble butt

Why's everybody always tryna give me some yay?
Eighty bucks a G, I hope it's pure, now lemme taste
Sorry bud, I think it's cut with something lookin' laced
Way too speedy, got rocks in the bag
If I'm gone do a bump, I'd rather hit the K
That shit hit harder than a fist to the face
Way too deadly when they try to keep my pace
How you still standing bro you seemin' unfazed?

I been rockin' like this since eighth grade
Leaned back pullin' it straight from the grey
Hands on the wheel A/C blowin' cool
Like I said before "No regrets" is my only rule

I'm the one you love to hate
Ain't nothing 'bout me changed, no
If you don't like it you can stay at home

It's rockstar shit
Shirt pulled all the way up
I couldn't miss it brought her to the bus
Pump it like a piston, yeah

It's rockstar shit
It's rockstar shit
If you don't like it you can stay at home