Mackonthetrack - Riff Lyrics

Who do you think you're talking to
Rock chrome with all my revenue
I hate the fact I need propylene
I hate the fact I need dopamine
Adrenaline pumping through my vein
Riff in my soul, you boost the gain
He's getting high, no blood, no pain
Liquid substance destroy my brain
Woke up in the pouring rain
Burn our photos with butane
His music bland call it romaine
My music hits like pure cocaine
Rare caviar, Electric guitar
Light my cigar, I'm rockstar
Mama know, getting dough
At my show, I hit falsetto
Ksubi hops, fan base large
Champagne pops, no surcharge
Rockstar gone, I'm on a binge
Heard his song, made me cringe
He's giving up, he's looking back
Rockstar rap, Mackonthetrack
Diamonds on leather
Preform with no pressure
Always together
Nothings forever
Never do business
Always do pleasure
Woke up in the pouring rain
Burn our photos with butane
His music bland call it romaine
My music hits like pure cocaine
Truffles and chrome, it's not a dream
Rockstar life, when I make them scream
Leather or jewels, don't make me choose
Lighting the fuse, want genius interviews
Rev my engine, subwoofer blast
People staring, zoom on past
Chasing fame, know my name
He's a lame, play the game
Burning rubber, hit the gas
Got limelight, make it last
Pulse is racing, worlds a blur
Now I'm pacing, feeling demur
Woke up in the pouring rain
Burn our photos with butane
His music bland call it romaine
My music hits like pure cocaine
Lights are flashing, my stage is ablaze
Heads are thrashing, fans are in a daze
With this chord, I found my new high
With this record, my riffs will amplify