ROCKOUT from Women's Basketball by Cereal Experiments

(Solaria)

Oh oh rockout like a demon

Pull up with no ceilin

Still ain't got no feelin


(Let's go!)

Rockout like a demon

Ballout every season

Bitch I pull up, pull up with no ceilin

Speedin down the highway, don't give me a reason

Bop bop, guns out Liam Neeson

Hair long like a rasta

At the Yohji store bitch no I don't care what it cost-a

On a vaycay out in Florence eatin pasta

And you know them diamonds froze like Fosta, like Fosta


(Miku)

Cold like January

Yeah my whip blueberry

Yeah my clique they scary

Wake up to bands tooth fairy

Went for gold and bitch I got it

Couple racks all in my pocket

Run it up, runnin up that profit

Black on black I keep it gothic (I keep it gothic)

Uh yeah, Black on black I keep it gothic

Couple girls they both exotic

CDG you know I rock it (you know I rock it)

Uh yeah, hate on my you better stop it

Beef with us you better drop it

Yeah you better drop it (Bang)


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(Solaria)

Oh oh rockout like a demon

Pull up with no ceilin

Still ain't got no feelin


Rockout like a demon

Ballout every season

Bitch I pull up, pull up with no ceilin

Speedin down the highway, don't give me a reason

Bop bop, guns out Liam Neeson

Hair long like a rasta

At the Yohji store bitch no I don't care what it cost-a

On a vaycay out in Florence eatin pasta

And you know them diamonds froze like Fosta, like Fosta


(Stardust)

Go long I go hard

My hand bag a Goyard

I max out my credit cards, alone on the boulevard

I live with no regrets

I don't keep no secrets

My room where I destress

Find glory like Preakness

I've turned into a freak mess

No underdog, no upsets

Succumb to my weakness

I stay strong like sweetness

I washed out the bleakness

I tend to the garden

I zoom out, I reflect, I step back James Harden

3!

I voted myself for MVP

You wanna envy some one well envy me

You gotta move on head up yeah that's the key


(Solaria)

Rockout like a demon

Ballout every season

Bitch I pull up, pull up with no ceilin

Speedin down the highway, don't give me a reason

Bop bop, guns out Liam Neeson

Hair long like a rasta

At the Yohji store bitch no I don't care what it cost-a

On a vaycay out in Florence eatin pasta

And you know them diamonds froze like Fosta, like Fosta


Yeah you know my diamonds froze like Fosta (Gang!)

If you see me on the court I might sauce ya (Yep!)

And you know I got the long hair like a rasta



(At the Yohji store bitch no I don't care what it cost-a)

(Out in Florence eatin pasta)

Still ain't got no feelin'

Yeah yeah, Yeah yeah

• Hip-Hop/Rap
• Trap
• vocaloid original
• Berkeley