The Gills - Motivation lyrics

Got the rockstar motivation, she said they is gonna give it to me. Self righteous, your gonna make it baby, you've got something we wanna see. But the blood on your lips, says you can't quit it. What a waist of a taste, cause you'll never get it. Are you preaching what your receiving baby, money falling down from the tree's Yea, get your pistol, your freakin Lincoln, baby you got something we wanna see. But the blood on you lips, says you can't quit it. What a waste of a taste cause you'll never get it.