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Cult lyrics : "Dirty Little Rockstar"

So you be a Dirty Little Rockstar
Blood stained sleeve your Slimane Dior
You live a lie sold your soul for the paper

Ya be a slave be a media !@^%
Snake skin heal and a cold black coal
Shootin saphires up a dead man's arm

Hyenna lurk outside your door
You're passed out on the bathroom floor


Bite your lip
Shake your hip
Taste the whip

You wanna be a Dirty Little Rockstar
I don't see no Dirty Little Rockstar


Chaos breeds under heaven's skyline
Your young hearts are melting only phoenix survive
Stay in the game you sick lil hipster

You get it all, ya get it ahead

Shake your hip

Bite you lip
Back the whip
You wanna be a Dirty Little Rockstar

I don't believe no Dirty Little Rockstar
You wanna be a Dirty Little Rockstar
You know we need no Dirty Little Rockstar

You know we need no Dirty Little Rockstar




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