had other plans Gonna be a rock 'n' roll singer Gonna be a rock 'n' roll star Gonna be a rock 'n' roll singer I'm gonna be a rock 'n' roll, a rock 'n
Trouble in mind won't let me be When you reach for the higher rock, Then you reach for me. Rock in the hand won't let you be Rock in the hand won't
There's a ladder tear in my high ideals Like I took a chair on the battlefield And any noble friend that was burning in my chest Is acid in my belly at
to be so high I want to be so high I want to be so high High, high, low, low High, high, low, low High, high, low, low High, high, low, low I want
on the jukebox Postcards to hell Hey Satan, you rock Get me Mary, she's a fox Postcards to hell Hey Satan, you rock Hey Satan, you rock Wanna spend
to go Will I know The kids are goin' crazy for the high school rock Drivin' mom crazy with the high school rock Rock, rock, rockin' to the high school rock
Rock, rock, rock, rock, rock 'n' roll high school Well, the girls out there knock me out Rock, rock, rock 'n' roll high school Cruisin' around in my gto Rock
me Like pornstar took ya to my spot My bed rock back and forth when im on top My backshots they are sorta like crack rocks I give it all i got, nonstop
[Verse 1 - Currensy] Poolside, too high, with three bitches With four lives, I'm finna deal Be out at 5 in that 600 Benz Or that 750i. Ate 9 slices of
my hai-ai-air Hai-ai-air, hai-ai-air Sometimes I want some raccoon or red highlights Just because I want my friends to think I'm dynamite And on Friday, Rock City High
'd give anything again to be your babydoll This time I'm not leaving without you. He said, sit back down where you belong In the corner of my bar with your high
a lesbian, but she a freak though This ain't for one night, I'm shinin' all week, ho I'm sippin' Cliquot and rockin' yellow diamonds So many rocks up
it Want me to push up on it 'fore she know when I'm all on it We get the party going, liquor flowing, this is fire 50 and Jeremih, number 1, there's nothing higher
Burn it all down Wanna buy another round Gonna light up in the sound of the speaker Show your knee socks Drink tequila on the rocks 'Til you make your
on fire, we roll, we roll higher, We ride, we ride flyer then you, we ride, we ride X2 They goin' high heel shoes, me and my girls rocking Jimmy Choo
all the pretty girls at recess I'm at my peak, yes, I won't leave yet Serial style, cereal all I need's Chex I can make these rappers run like a hard drill Rock
up She still come back to the crib, must want me to mess with her mind, hold up She mistook me for some high-roller when I won't buy a soda Unless it's rock