Na, na, na, na, na

Na, na, na, na

Not tryna run, na, na, na

Na, na, na, na, na

Ah

He sent a message to my phone

he said: I'm in the lonely places

And we all go crazy in various ways

And if I told you any different, I'd be lying in Spain

So just get over yourself and get the gun out, oh, my fate

I've been doing it alone and I've been dying in self

'Cause at the top it gets lonely and success is hell

And I'm craving something beautiful and hard to define

But I don't think I should be here with you tonight

He sent a message to my phone, I think it saved my life

But I throw it all away for one more empty high

Something terrible and wicked is growing inside

And I don't think I should be here with you tonight

Rockstar