Rockstar Lifestyle from Lame Brain by Tape Club

Rockstar lifestyle, might not make it
Like any other motherfucker on the train it's the same shit
Just a scumbag sleeping on his side uptown
Hold on to your highs so that you never come down

I've been scratching at the corners, I've been tearing out the seams
Cause I'm just itching for a piece of you it's driving me crazy
Bloodshot thoughts and the parts of a song I should write
Aren't the only things to keep a head crowded tonight

Alright, alright
So if you're looking for a light
Find a friend and step outside

Rockstar lifestyle, don't get paid shit
Spend daytime denying the night-time arrangements
No I ain't a liar, you could call me a dilettante
In your head at night you say whatever you want, yeah
Whatever you like, you'll be a silent savant all night

Ate up a whole big bottle of dreams
I saw the prettiest things you could conceive
And I'm fucked, I lost touch an hour ago
All the bright buzzing sounds go

Burned a hole in my throat with a British cigarette
Well, it wasn't just one, but seventeen to be correct
Have you seen my friend Kolt?
He's got that rockstar lifestyle, might not make it

• 4 track
• A7
• Pop
• cassette
• david bowie on cocaine
• lo-fi
• rock and roll
• saxophone
• super indie
• tight pants
• uptown
• Mount Vernon