[Intro]
Yah, Lil Tracy, TRACY GREY
I'm a fucking popstar, I'm a rockstar, whatever the fuck you want to call it
Whatever you want to call it, I do what the fuck I want
Gothstar, a fucking punkstar
Ugh

[Hook]
There's something in the air tonight (Tonight, tonight, tonight)
Your dress goes good with your eyes (Your dress goes good with your eyes)
There's something in the air tonight (There's something in the air tonight, something's in the air tonight)
Your dress goes good with your eyes
There's something in the air tonight

[Verse]
Yeah, yeah, yeah
Pour the wine, pour the wine
Whoa, whoa, whoa selling out shows
Sold out the show, these hoes waiting in line for a long time
Yah, I make sure that I'm geeked the fuck up when it's showtime
Whoa, I jump off the stage, these hoes grabbing my dick, yah (Yeah, yeah, yeah)
This is how rockstars live
Yah, I jump off the stage these hoes grabbing my dick, yeah, yeah
This is how popstars live