can't hear you through the phone
when she's trying not to moan 
cause ive got those thigh headphones like
la la la la la lala la

when she's screaming my name
back to my bedframe
cause I've got your girlfriend singing like
la la la la la lala la 

You're screaming shit through the phone 
About when she's coming home 
And I just can't let her go like
la la la la la lala la

when she's screaming my name
back to my bedframe
cause I've got your girlfriend singing like
la la la la la lala la 


It's a lowkey kind of night, with sneakers and a tight dress
She's giving me eyes from across the room: she dances to impress
I heard she had a girlfriend, but that's really not my business
So I'll buy her a drink I think I might've peaked her interest


I take her to my bed
Her face is all red
She's pinker than my Zebra Print bedspread

Don't even lock the door
My shirt is on the floor
She's telling me she wants me and I think I want her more 

Don't be too loud but don't be shy
Just close your eyes and come inside 

You know I really just wanted to apologize to you
Cause I know you really thought you had something special with this girl 
And I'm feeling kinda bad about it

But then I remember 
How often she complains about you
And I suddenly don't feel bad anymore

And like maybe it's super petty
To write a song
To tell you I banged your girlfriend 

But I really couldn't think of a better 
Or funnier way to do it so
Count this as my formal apology 
Sorry not sorry

Darling

Banging ur gf 4K

Ke$ha in the casa like it's 2009
You know we bitches don't get carded cause we're too damn divine
And like the Darling's dolled up I'm a doe for a dime
It's like fucking hunting season get your ass back in line 
We've got girls who like leashes and the beaches that rhyme
And we know where the freaks is and the party's online
Posting 7000 pictures of our shots with the lime
Pray to the Miss Aoki that I'm finding a ride

Cause I'm fucked up tonight
I'm fucked up tonight
I'm fucked up tonight
I'll down another cup in the back of club just keep em coming down

[Maya's verse]

Log on Myspace change my status
As I head out the door 
Like may I please have your attention
Everyone on the floor

Early morning into dusk
Poppin bottles smoking kush
The scene elite we’re glamorous 
BITCH YOU WISH THAT YOU WERE US

Yeah we rock that hot couture
Dance until your back is sore 
Po-po’s banging down the door
Girl you’re such a fucking (screams) 

Don’t you know the sitch man?
God its getting hard to stand
Better check your bitch man cause
MALICE IS THE SHIT MAN

Cause I'm fucked up tonight
I'm fucked up tonight
I'm fucked up tonight
I'll down another cup in the back of club just keep em coming down
[both]
Cause we're fucked up tonight
Let's get drunk tonight
Get crunked up tonight
We'll down another cup in back of the club cause we're VIPs were down

Speak up
It's loud
Girl speak up
It's loud
Girl get up
Right now
All hands up
Right now
Dance fucked up
Right now
Like piss drunk
Right now 
Dead crunked up
Right now
Fucking crunked up
Right now

We're wearing tiny things
Top of black skinny jeans
With the rhinestone bling 
Cause our heads are (fucked up!)

Going down on me
And your head's ringing 
From the leg ANCs
Cause my EP's (fucked up)

Like a hot zombie
You would never touch me
You would never want me 
Less you are (fucked up)

Freaks on the floor
Inhale all my spores
Like a poison you want more

I'm a psych thriller dream
And a nightmare fiend
I'm an unidentified
Alien thing

A queen on the scene 
Everybody look at me
I'm an unidentified
Body in the street

No flash photography
Let me rest in scene
Let me have another drink
Cause this stories (fucked up)

Like a hot zombie
You could never touch me
You would never want me 
Less you are (fucked up)

Fucked Up

Fucked Up! - feat. Maya Malice

[Thanks to Dart for featutring!! https://soundcloud.com/xx-dart-darling-xx-3]

Going out to the club this weekend
Hope you're ready to get on the floor and dance
Skipping trips, planning this all season
I requested off three weeks in advance

Bumming cigarettes and smoking out the windows
Passing streetlights and running over potholes
Got the playlist bumping
Feel the buzz take hold
Midnight air and gasoline
It never gets old

Left and right turns all down the street
The crew is looking fire turn up the heat
You know we got the swag that can't be beat
Feel the night air against your cheek

High-beam headlights
We live that nightlife
Booze, money, drug highs
Wake up it's show time
Girls, friends, good times
This is the highlight
Cause we're all gonna die
Let's live our best life

Cause we're all gonna die
Let's speed by 35
Let's take the turns like a Nascar truck
Let's turn the tricks for couple more bucks
Let's take our chances or take the drugs
The dj paid for it, I'm gonna chug
The tables turning, put your fucking hands up
The room is spinning, think I'm gonna up-chuck (Ew!)
Let's take a joyride, cause baby this the highlife
The party scene is making bills
Look like Jersey, pay like the Hills
Let's take the next right, now don't you stop till daylight
You'll be Paris, I'll be Nicole
You'll be Jwoww I'm still Nicole!

High-beam headlights
We live that nightlife
Booze, money, drug highs
Wake up it's show time
Girls, friends, good times
This is the highlight
Cause we're all gonna die
Let's live our best life

Goin' out, goin' out 
Goin' out, goin' out
Welcome to the scene
Gonna make you scream and shout
Goin' out, goin' out
Goin' out, goin' out
Get with it or get out
Tonight we're goin' out

Taking over, never sober
Party till the night is over.

Goin' Out (ft. xX-Dart-Darling-Xx <3)

[Samples are from "Archive Announcement 2", "Compilation #1", and "XD64B8_14EC7D7E1FC12_000.ppm" by The June Archive And Restoration Project]

I have a complex view of nostalgia
A man-made tool to remember things you’re fond of
Memories are subject to mistakes and distortions
Nostalgia is a weapon you can use to exploit this

All alone 
But you keep dreaming
You’ll grow old
But the memories aren’t leaving

Trapped awake in the dead of night 
Trying to figure out how to say goodbye 
Wishing you could just go back in time
Buddy, come with me and close your eyes

Heard you wanna go back in time
Just take a look inside your mind
Memories and better times
Here inside your DSI

I know how to set you free
Just take a breath and trust in me
Soon enough I’ll make you see
I’ll remind you of the good times 
so come play with me

Now that I've got you right where I want you
Dangling the answers in your face just to taunt you
Internet acquaintances will laugh and say it's not true 
Even then, I'll occupy their thoughts and spread to them too

The only way to get what you want is to take it
The only way to change a person's mind is to break it 
Time is of the essence so we better get it done quick
Going back and changing things in ways that I see fit

Fuzz

[Parts of the lyrics/melody are referenced from "Killing Rabbits Anymore" by Dropping A Popped Locket]

We buy three piece suits just to die in them
We dig great big holes just to lie in them
Going for a night on the town getting all dressed up
All these zombie bitches got my head fucked up

Caffeine, nicotine, with a side of cannabis
perfume, hairspray, with a touch of rotten flesh
pretty pink glitter over bloodshot eyes
Zombie whore insomniac, barely alive

Pretty little bitch yeah you look like a monster
Good for nothing kid crawled from 6 feet under
It's not fair
Got your whole life  Ahead of you 
Don't care
Throw it all away for the views

Young, dumb, and sick see you banging down death's door
Clothes all ripped, girl your makeup is an eyesore
Big hair
Living fast just to die young
Blank stare
We've got nothing to run from

We wear designer makeup just to cry in it
Giving bitter farewells and suicide wishes
Yeah you know our brains tuned to mush but our hearts won't stop
No hope left we've already given up

Brass knuckles, rhinestones, studs missing from our belts
Say the scene is dead but we’re dragging it back up from hell 
Say our lives are over but we still want more
Get into it bitch, this is dead girl couture

You can see them, in the night
Hear the screaming, what a sight 
Terror in the streets follow something truly bizarre
Pretty little bitch but you know they’ll never get far
Figures in the fog leave footsteps in dead leaves
Echoes of the past show in faces of dead teens
Pull up with designer makeup on our faces
A long rotted archive of old friend spaces
The living slam their doors while the zombies get crunk
They claim the scene is dead but we’ve only just begun

I Was A Teenage Scenester

Wake up, tease your hair
Grab your flat iron and something to wear
Something flashy to make the normies stare
Don't stress your makeup we can do it when we get there

Wake up bitch like it's scene sixteen
Pull up to the spot and they know we're the queens
Call us fresh to death cause we're lookin so clean
Boutta smoke the competition like r.i.p

1, 2, 3, 4
You know we're the hottest fuckers on the floor
(LETS GO)

1,2,3,4
Get your ass out on the floor
5, 6, 7, 8
Make them fucking beg for more
1, 2, 3, 4
Allow me to demonstrate
5, 6, 7, 8
This is my Mandate

CAN ANYBODY HEAR ME 
I'VE BEEN TRAPPED SO LONG
MELODIES REPEATING 
FORCED TO SING ALONG

Wake up, ignore the thoughts
Get on the floor and do what you're taught
Hands in the air feel the beat in your heart
Move to the rhythm
Go along, play your part

Welcome home, enjoy your stay
Please don't go, don't fade away
Listen close, feel my pain
Get on the floor, it's time to play

THE AIRWAVE'S CORRUPTED
WITH NEURAL DISTRUCTION 
YOU CAN NOT TRUST THEM
CAUSE THEY'RE UP TO SOMETHING
THEY'VE ALREADY SOLD YOU
MELODIES CONTROL YOU
SO PLEASE I IMPLORE YOU
REMEMBER YOUR OWN TRUTH

1,2,3,4
Get your ass out on the floor
5, 6, 7, 8
Make them fucking beg for more
1, 2, 3, 4
Allow me to demonstrate
5, 6, 7, 8
This is my Mandate

1, 2, 3, 4, 
These thoughts are no longer yours 
5, 6, 7, 8, 
Lost among the drums and chords
Hear that beat is bangin
Bouncing through your brain its
Begging you to dance on 
This is my Sanction

Intro (Sanction)

J BIGGA
@JBigga Los Angeles, CA
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SUPER FLY (FEAT. BROKENCYDE) RADIO EDIT

Astrid S, Stig Brenner - Få det på (REMIX)

J To The BI Double G A By J BIGGA

Bonus track only on the original 2008 & 2009 CDs

It's Hard To Be A Diamond In A Rhinestone World

Lawlz

Mad Rad Hair

Crunkcore n other scene shiz. I'm still new to SoundCloud and music production so any feedback is appreciated :P