i wonder where she is today. i hope shes ok

lyrics: 

i got a group of guys that i hang around 
i tell them to stop doing dumb shit
used to give backrubs, make my baby jealous
but i’ve stopped doing that, now i just stand like a queen
not the wild little girl i was before 
& they’re bad friends cuz they never let me what happens
i wanna know the business, the fights, the blood nights
too bad to give me hugs, i don’t do the drugs but i watch ‘em cut ‘em up 
wish they didn’t treat me like a kid sister, 
put their arm across my chest before we cross the street cuz the light flickers
just turned red 
mess my hair up with their hands, tuck me in the bed 
& they’re not just sweet cuz i’ve fucked all of them 
they’re nice like you are to a kitten with no claws on
scoop me up & then just let me run around except they’re always saying not to run around
say you got the good guys in this city so don’t look around 
leave their knives on the sofa
they don’t like it when i touch ‘em so i can’t touch ‘em even if i wanna & i wanna
hate the way they treat me like a crazy daddy does a daughter 
shotgun on the porch kinda shit & a slap when i run in
see my tattoos say what kind of boys were you fucking with before?
if something happens here’s my number
never call it, solve my own problems
they say real recognize real & bad knows what bad does, how bad feels
the movies are fake shit, the good girl never gets the bad boy
the bad boy gets his heart broke by an icy bitch, fresh out the oven warm lips
& his friends are like “i can’t believe it” & they don’t tell him cuz he used to be hard & he still is 
but way more hard though
& they’re like get your hands up out the cookie jar, let’s go
but for that one girl he’s so sweet, he’s all sugar
gun to heads if they touch her
& like i said i’m icy so all these boys have frostbite
my baby’s gonna heat ‘em up one night or make our next date a drive-by 
& like i said i’m icy so i got the ice cream so we can make a cake babe 
but you always cum inside, never get it on my face 
guess you get so hungry nothing goes to waste
so you can make cake all alone & i can sit at home & you say lock the door cuz when i don’t a boy can charge in
blast the glass out of the frame with his fists 
& when you don’t come home i throw a fit 

Ginger Bronson - Dairy Queen

lyrics:

vodka in glasses with ice
real water out of bottles, watch it sparkle
stolen diamonds on my knuckles
you want a bad boy? i got a roomful
breathe in city streets, breathe out me
they don’t party like this, they don’t get this out their body
they need time to light the match to get the fire started, get it poppin
but i’m kissing girls in liquor stores with a j in my hand, been breathing in
been spittin, this shit lit
it’s only morning & you’re laughing in my face like a baby already
that’s my baby no forgetting
let the liquor pour like glass out a window
let your mouth be the fist, let the night be the purest thing you’ve ever seen
take it all in
this is berlin
greased back hair, shifty eyes like “do you really wanna die tonight?”
sunglasses but the day’s done
like trust no one “you can get touched”
but i come running, slow down daddy
touch your knee & say it’s gonna be alright
& you trust me cuz i can make you cry
cuz i’m the last chance girl, finger in my hair do a twirl
that’s so ginger
& i can see the good in anyone, that’s why i’m a slut
“sup girl?” “not much” fuck all your friends
make you wanna put the ak to my chin but that gun’s too big
so take me back like we can lean in the metro like in the springtime
smoke around your head like a halo, paradise
my leather jacket covers my hands
you with your fitted caps
you with the lap i fall into, the dick i move onto like i missed you
come home with a stack let me count that & you can count on me
& that’s just how we party
6 am ain’t left the club yet
sleepy morning when i put my cheek on your cheek til the beat drops again
cuz the night is young and we own it
make it do the dishes cuz you cooked something up just to sell it
oops i said a secret
pink dress cuz thats your favorite
see you on the corner with your blue nikes like twin skies
so pink blue and white, you and i
concrete on the side
even angels get high, so fuck it glossy eyes

you was right baby
we’re special

Ginger Bronson - Berlin

lyrics:

bless the crooked finger the war gave you
& bless the way you call me honeybun when i’m not wearing a bra
& bless our love cuz it might not be golden but goddamn it glows

felt his cold hands hold my sad hot face like a rifle he could use against me
i speak violence as fluently as a fist
love is just my second language
so i said let go
when he didn’t i really really hurt him
fucked his best friend
that’s a good tuesday but i miss my babe
his skin was mud pies his sweat was rain
he turns me into a child
sold all my diamonds for drugs just to see his smile
& nobody asks me if i’ve lost my mind cuz i do that all the time

i never got the plum pudding dollhouse cuz it was too expensive
so now i need a house in every city, miami & berlin
but for now i just want a nice place in the south
sweet tea with no ice in it
writin fake checks
the girl i want to be eats chicken casserole & her house smells like cinnamon apples
& the boys say hey & she doesn’t die for them
but for now line my coffin with baby blue velvet

want my baby to knock on the screen door
write his name in water on bathroom floors when i’m bored
wanna call my baby up & say bless the crooked finger the war gave you
& bless the way you call me honeybun when I’m not wearing a bra
& bless our love cuz it might not be golden but goddamn it glows
but the only thing i really miss about him is his seroquel prescription
& his lips on my

Ginger Bronson - Angel Baby

before i die i want to know what it’s like to love u
with no restraining order in the middle
nobody to lie to no mama to lock me up in a cage nothing to keep you away
it’s like crippled horses running through my brain
i swallow secrets
i spit em up all rotten to keep him
take me like a charm bracelet
like the little girls who have daddies get
my daddy is a rifle in my big brother’s backseat
my daddy doesn’t cover me
let me be in your arms tonight
time is on my side like a best friend
i know i’m gonna die soon like all the heartless girls

the worst girl in the world

i move across the rose garden like a fly
lonely like tunnels
i got something to sell
i got a train to catch
i said u still slang he said u bet
he said let’s get high today in ur grandma’s house hideaway
cornbread 4 dinner we sneak out like sinners
smoke hoodies & liquor
r u still seein that other girl do u miss her?
i can’t see you no more
i don’t set any demons free i’m just a girl who burns like a bullet
a pitbull in a pulpit
r u listening?
just a girl who tucks all her scars inside & lets them eat her alive
sweetie pie i trace your jawline
u call again like a bad man
can we keep this between us or are you leavin?

haven’t felt anything in days
can i dance on your grave
u could paint my nails the same color as your diamonds
i’ll blow em dry & look up at you & stare & i’ll smile like i care
beg in the hallway
u caught a case now i’m back in the courthouse
you hate me cuz i’m a whore now so i’m cruisin down broadway all day
blood flowers fire jewels
these are the things i want from you
like a light switch why him
yeah u can gag me
so used to the feeling u don’t gotta ask me
angel counting money
i’ll melt into your mattress n ur like i like that move fast bitch

before i die i wanna know what it’s like to disappear
so i can be ready for heaven & not scared
these streets are like clouds
i’m moving like kisses in the dark fists in the club guns in the cut
i go nowhere but i go til i’m gone
wanna look soft in a little black dress & a lost chain but i’ve been wearing this
lingerie for days
i’m runnin thru the city hotel room to hotel room like a maid
let me make it up to you
ur dreams of me are violent so i kiss ya eyelids
knew it when i saw u in school mean & quiet i leaned against ur locker
u look sexy with ur hands around my neck
u remind me of my father
i just wanna die in love & with my mind on fire

i’ve been wearing this miniskirt for days
i run thru the city

Ginger Bronson - The Worst Girl in the World

Ginger Bronson - Weird

Lyrics: 

fast please
champagne splashy
balmains baggy
this bitch savvy
u my daddy
la to the valley in a taxi
backwoods with the gassy
legs spread on the bed all fancy
gold on ur chest all brassy
gag me
i could be ur candy if u’d have me
he said he don’t got a gun he get stabby owie

little lamb me in the middle of a thousand wolves
i’m a lover forever i surrender i’m a fool
i hurt back golden rule
another man another chance to b cruel
nude lipstick whose hips is this
if i’m naming names i say his whose dick is this this bitch’s
sweat drippin like fiji water
nobody’s daughter
nobody’s baby
everybody’s angel
can’t save me no halo
get my heart broke thats the way it go
hold it together with diamonds get back to lying get back to buyin
is that ur man u should check where his eyes is
is that ur girl i ain’t like her
if it ain’t the money i don’t wife her
if he only got 2 cars he ain’t got shit
if she throw it back but don’t hold it down she ain’t bossin
he so lawless me so flawless on my knees i’m jawless
if i don’t know u already its fuck u honest
walkin in the room and let it touch the floor watch this
foreign what my lips say foreign my hair foreign my dress
more than the best i’m where the best go to see what the lord look like
take u to heaven in a night
what u know bout that life that never do right
that xan in a sprite
that bad guy that’s mine
he wanna lay me down take me now so i fake him out
did u really think u could have me?
he said i’m so mean & it hurt my feelings
owie

don’t wanna b ur wifey just wanna treat u icy
prolly gonna make u cry b
it’s first come first serve
it’s first time he fuck up curve
put ur hand up my skirt
put those boys in the dirt for ur boys on the curb
put me in the car skrt

u ain’t the one
i don’t got trust issues i just got no trust 2 give u
i’ll never fall in love
gotta act bad 2 get what i want
rolls royce w the roof rolled back
one day i just know it
if i don’t get too high one night & i blow it
no gold on my wrist yet just wait on it
for now i’m a walking pharmacy fucked up like a robbery
just hate on it
& wow when i come thru they like who’s that
me fly white fur blue jeans he fire supreme
u mad

i had to switch it up on ya
just to talk to ya
i wanna tell u something good like a good girl should
nobody’s baby
everybody’s angel
cant save me no halo
the story ends how i say it go
in the end the princess don’t stay no

Ginger Bronson - Scabby

Poppies (cellphone demo)

cc: 

small town, big blocks
we’ve grown up we’re not kids now
soft roads, old bikes
blowing up kitchens at night 
but I’m on fire
nobody touched the sky 
so we’d climb the pipelines
where we would smoke and dream big 
I’m a burden tell me now
how you don’t want me around
rows of violent fuchsia dreams 
burnt out by the 9-5 
i’m making something with my life 
kids at block C only drag me down 
‘cause they just wanna fight at the junkyards with their fists
‘cause there’s nothing special here 
and I’m tired of a dead end life (i want more, want more, want more)
If you want to hold down my neck then I’ll try break this 
blood pact and you’ll wish you did the same as me
bet on all these fuchsia dreams
Big guy know you prolly hate me now
Joints weak now, your mum and dad were never proud
out late selling shit with the gang 
flush it out with the armagnac
take it out, molotov
blow it up and watch it burn like the class of ‘98 
it won’t ever be the same 
small town, big blocks
we’ve grown up we’re not kids now
soft roads, old bikes
blowing up kitchens at night

fuchsia dream (demo)

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to be clear, this was made by me! no ai, no nothing. just me, fl studio, cracked plugins, restless hours and a dream.

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Ginger Bronson - The Worst Girl in the World

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