Lyrics

Everybody in here going soft I don't think you understand the cost This is Prada, ain't rocking Lacoste All my brothers living they be cashed up We go out on Tuesday just because Pour some more liquor in my cup When I leave the room the party shut Right now everybody going dumb It's going up I'ma do they say I can't I've been ballin' South of France If we working cash advance Try to stop me not a chance Man I do it for my fans Chris Breezy when I dance Moonwalking in my vans You can call me Rocketman You can call me Rocketman Cus on the stage I rock it, man Nobody gon' top it man You can call me Rocketman I'ma break all the bones in your body We gon beat each other till it's bloody Taking shots til' every bar is bodied I got groupies waiting in the lobby This is everything this ain't no hobby We vandalize the after-show party Sorry man but I ain't fucking sorry I'm from the artic, eh I'ma do something I got your girl studded Must be the bottles popping That got her friends flocking I got my game topping I got my chain studded So baby keep that thing bouncing til the ground cave in, ahh I'ma do they say I can't I've been ballin' South of France If we working cash advance Try to stop me not a chance Man I do it for my fans Chris Breezy when I dance Moonwalking in my vans You can call me Rocketman You can call me Rocketman Cus on the stage I rock it, man Nobody gon' top it man You can call me Rocketman Ah, Ah, Ah, We gon' stumble out of here Stumble out of here Ah, Ah, Ah, We gon' stumble out of here Switching up the gear You can call me Rocketman Cus on the stage I rock it, man Nobody gon' top it man You can call me Rocketman You can call me Rocketman Cus on the stage I rock it, man Nobody gon' top it man You can call me Rocketman
Writer(s): Dillon Deskin, William Egan, Varren Wade, Mikkel Christiansen, Simen Auke, Trevis Brendmoe Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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