Rockstars Don't Go to Jail

歌詞

My left hand on my leather wheel My right on a female neck Doin her job Ready to come I feel alright at 200 miles ... Sirens are howling, my bitch is screaming Cops seem to want something I'm over the limit Slam on the brakes I need to get out to breath the air Hands on the hood of my Corvet I feel at ease to regurgitate You have the right to remain cool Anything you say can and will be used In magazines If you can't Afford a whore, one will be provided for you Ho Ho Ho Ho Don't you know that rock stars never go to Jail? Ho Ho Ho Ho Guilty for having too much fun A shithead dare to cross my path To think I won't loose time to teach him math Jacked closed Stopping the pose 2 minutes and I'll be suave again Punch him in his loser face Send him far away in outer space His fucking head Right down on the ground The Cops are sounding the end of the round With a gun aimed at me I feel more secure to pee