Post previewed the song in December 2016, nine months before he released it, by posting a video of himself jamming to it in the studio.
Along the way, he references real events in rock history, name-drops Bon Scott and Jim Morrison, and highlights rockstar traditions like throwing TVs out of hotel windows. On “rockstar,” Post Malone compares his habits to the “live fast, die young” rock and roll lifestyle. bitches always askin', "Where the coke at?" (21, 21) Livin' like a rockstar, smash out on a cop car Sweeter than a Pop-Tart, you know you are not hard I done made the hot chart, 'member I used to trap hard Livin' like a rockstar, I'm livin' like a rockstar ( Ayy) I've been fuckin' hoes and poppin' pillies Man, I feel just like a rockstar (Star, ayy, ayy) All my brothers got that gas And they always be smokin' like a Rasta ('Sta, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah) Fuckin' with me, call up on a Uzi And show up, man, them the shottas ('Tas) When my homies pull up on your block They make that thing go grrra-ta-ta-ta (Ta, grrra-ta-ta-ta-ta) I've been in the Hills fuckin' superstars Feelin' like a popstar (21, 21, 21) Drankin' Henny, bad bitches jumpin' in the pool And they ain't got on no bra (Bra) Hit her from the back, pullin' on her tracks And now she screamin' out, "¡No más!" (Yeah, yeah, yeah) They like, "Savage, why you got a 12 car garage And you only got six cars?" (21) I ain't with the cakin', how you kiss that? (Kiss that?) Your wifey say I'm lookin' like a whole snack (Big snack) Green hundreds in my safe, I got old racks (Old racks) L.A.
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Switch my whip, came back in black I'm startin' sayin', "Rest in peace to Bon Scott" (Scott, ayy) Close that door, we blowin' smoke She ask me light a fire like I'm Morrison ('Son, ayy) Act a fool on stage Prolly leave my fuckin' show in a cop car (Car, ayy) Shit was legendary Threw a TV out the window of the Montage Cocaine on the table, liquor pourin', don't give a damn Dude, your girlfriend is a groupie, she just tryna get in Sayin', "I'm with the band" (Ayy, ayy) Now she actin' outta pocket, tryna grab up on my pants Hundred bitches in my trailer say they ain't got a man And they all brought a friend (Yeah, ayy, ayy, ayy) I've been fuckin' hoes and poppin' pillies Man, I feel just like a rockstar (Star, ayy, ayy) All my brothers got that gas And they always be smokin' like a Rasta ('Sta) Fuckin' with me, call up on a Uzi And show up, man, them the shottas ('Tas) When my homies pull up on your block They make that thing go grrra-ta-ta-ta (Ta, pow, pow, pow)
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