Take pictures with me
And play me on your radio
The speakers thumping
The bass is getting real low

Your eyes are on me
It's a hypnotic kinda show
Take pictures of me
And play me on your radio

I turn heads not recognition but in interest
I am trendsetting but I put myself on Pinterest
Glamorous addiction to attention im delicate
But only from behind, to the front, you're irrelevant

Bold, brash, and flashy, I'm catching your eye
Cold cash and backstreets, in fast cars I drive
I know the owner so let me inside
I'm a celebrity let me inside 

Take pictures with me
And play me on your radio
The speakers thumping
The bass is getting real low

Your eyes are on me
It's a hypnotic kinda show
Take pictures of me
And play me on your radio

Desperate un-famous
You know you hate us!
Sickly and dying
Why are you trying?

Antidisestablishmentarianism
Eloquently reading I write and you listen
Hopelessly underground supernova star
Punching the clock all while raising the bar

Insomniac poet I write 'stead of sleeping
Anarchist maniacs scream 'stead of singing
And nothing will ever kill me on the top
Im in -vincible -vulnerable -visible Not

A pawn for you to play in your game
A cash cow hooker to pay for my fame

I make my own songs
I'm a self sufficient art farm
Churning out hits 
That will rot in the chart barn 

Honestly viewership means jack shit to me
The lucky few that hear my words they mean everything to me
I love you, but distance is the making of a popstar
Allergic to authentic, I'm synthetic, Roxie anti Hart

Take pictures with me
And play me on your radio
The speakers thumping
The bass is getting real low

Your eyes are on me
It's a hypnotic kinda show
Take pictures of me
And play me on your radio

Desperate un-famous
You know you hate us!
Sickly and dying
Why are you trying?

I'm a relic of the past
Living breathing in your hands
Dreadfully pretty and attached
To the old decrepit glam

If I were any older you'd know my name
I'd be your teenage dream myspace fame 
And you know how I crave that stage
So get out of my spotlight.

Take pictures with me
And play me on your radio
The speakers thumping
The bass is getting real low

Your eyes are on me
It's a hypnotic kinda show
Take pictures of me
And play me on your radio

Desperate un-famous
You know you hate us!
Sickly and dying
Why are you trying?

Scene Sixteen

Desperate un-famous

I I I-I-I I-I feel like a star in the sky
Flashing burning scalding white
Don't you feel like you're ready to fly?
Old Hollywood Lightshow
I I I-I-I I-I feel like a star in the sky
Flashing burning dying light
Don't you feel like you're ready to die?
Old Hollywood Lightshow 

Tell you what when you come by the bus
You're not ready to party with us 
Your scene-rat scene's been seen before
Shake your ass; it'll open the door

Welcome to the land of fame excess
Where pariahs cover the floor
Walk where you will while they offer a taste
Of success, make haste, 
To make it, pick up the pace

Everybody bleeds but the living's for us
Vampire lover you can drink all my blood
Shark food baby you smell like fresh meat
Metallic ink bounces off the beat

Sick beats
Beat sneaks
When you're rolling with me

Roll Green
Cash weed
Like Melissa Marie

I I I-I-I I-I feel like a star in the sky
Flashing burning scalding white
Don't you feel like you're ready to fly?
Old Hollywood Lightshow
I I I-I-I I-I feel like a star in the sky
Flashing burning dying light
Don't you feel like you're ready to die?
Old Hollywood Lightshow

The tempo sets you free, one one one 
Hot girls drink for free, no one one
Knows sincerity, nine one one
Some one come for me, no one one

No one's heard your plea
You begged so desperately
You wished that you were me
No one's listening

No one listen to a word that I say
We can dance, do shots, scare the horror away
And the DJs hot; you're a whore anyway
I'm dumb bubble pop, just ignore what I say, okay?

Sick beats
Beat sneaks
When you're rolling with me

Roll Green
Cash weed
Like Melissa Marie

I I I-I-I I-I feel like a star in the sky
Flashing burning scalding white
Don't you feel like you're ready to fly?
Old Hollywood Lightshow
I I I-I-I I-I feel like a star in the sky
Flashing burning dying light
Don't you feel like you're ready to die?
Old Hollywood Lightshow

This shit is pointless practice
Fuck shit up; poise-less, tactless
We are the experts at this
Follow us, we you're atlas

Sick beats (sick beats)
Beat sneaks (beat sneaks)
When you roll with me, When you roll with me!
Roll green (one and)
Cash weed (two three)
Like Melissa fucking Marie

I I I-I-I I-I feel like a star in the sky
Flashing burning scalding white
Don't you feel like you're ready to fly?
Old Hollywood Lightshow
I I I-I-I I-I feel like a star in the sky
Flashing burning dying light
Don't you feel like you're ready to die?
Old Hollywood Lightshow

Sick beats
Beat sneaks
When you're rolling with me

Roll Green
Cash weed
Like Melissa Marie

Old Hollywood Lightshow (Like Melissa Marie)

It was a classic raver romance
If there's ever such a trope
She was a neon yellow 
Cutie and was showing friends the ropes 

The DJ played a song I hadn't heard
In quite a while
Then BOOM like bass the butterflies
Cause I got to see her smile 

Why's it always butterflies and sweet perfume 
When I'm around you? 
What's it you've always got that makes me go wild,
Like you want me to?
And when you see my face do you feel the same way
That I do

She knew my band my face
We shared the same horrific taste
It was amazing hearing 
All her eclectic habits were mine

This girl could be my bride
We see exactly eye to
I am close to exploding
I've never loved no one this much before

She gave me a bracelet 
With a painted lady charm
She told me it's different from Monarchs
But really I just love to hear her talk

She said PLUR with a kiss
I can still taste her lipstick
And margaritas and the 
Fruity drinks she's helping me to try

Why's it always butterflies and sweet perfume 
When I'm around you? 
What's it you've always got that makes me go wild,
Like you want me to?
And when you see my face do you feel the same way
That I do
Why's it always butterflies in stomachs lined with wine
When I'm around you? 

It's those damn butterflies
I feel so fuckin high 
I can't keep the rhythm going
Steady when my hearts so damn fast

And I know I need to act
Cause girl like ribbon wings you're floating
Just above my desperate empty grasp

Darling you make me sick
You're laugh's parasitic
I can feel you growing on me
With every single fleeting dance

So come here girl
Let's make tonight
The first time of 
A million times

So come here girl
Let's make tonight
The first time of
A thousand times

It's those damn butterflies
We touch and I can fly
So come here girl
Let's make tonight 
The first time of
A thousand times

Why's it always butterflies and sweet perfume 
When I'm around you? 
What's it you've always got that makes me go wild,
Like you want me to?
And when you see my face do you feel the same way
That I do
Why's it always butterflies in stomachs lined with wine
When I'm around you? 

Why's it always butterflies and sweet perfume 
When I'm around you? 
What's it you've always got that makes me go wild,
Like you want me to?
And when you see my face do you feel the same way
That I do
Why's it always butterflies in stomachs lined with wine
When I'm around you?

(im such a fraud i am literally not romantic at all)

Butterflies

You wanna run your mouth but I’m not listening you see? 
You fucking haters all just jealous wishing you were me
“Your hair looks silly kid, your outfit sucks” I disagree 
I know you’re insecure, your comments never phase me

You can't control, it's physical
Ethereal, you'll never know
Just feel the flow, and take it slow
And let it grow, you'll never know

Run your mouth, but you're just bluffing
That's okay 'cause we're above it
No need to be mad at us
Just because we're fabulous

You wanna run that by me again?
You wanna run that by me again?
You wanna run that by me again?
I can't hear you

Running your mouth like a track star
Working your lips like a porn star
I know you wanna be the center of attention
Never mind me, I'm screen time retention 
Eyes on me like your locked to my presence
I decree you get out of my presence
We don't need wannabees
We have VIPs
Not your rosy knees
Out of detention 
I'm the birthday queen of the crunkcore scene
And you know Darling don't give a fuck about you 
I'm the dead-eyed dream of every caffeine fiend
Who dances harder when my lyrics are about you
Hear that beat below?
That 808 in your soul?
That's me finger blasting your girl
Hear what she needs you for?
Just for the rent and the Coors
She comes to me for the sex and the vodka
She likes my hair and my jeans
The flavor of my pussy and the songs that I scream Oh
In all your jealousy
You talk shit to me
And I'm just left here like

Speak Up! (feat. Xx-Dart-Darling-xX <3)

Eyes glowing red in the street lights

Headin out w my ghouls, we got necks to bite

We gotta instil fear, make sure they kno we’re here

Take their life so dear as we stalk the nite

Corpses swaying covered in glitter and decay

Burn up in the sun so we stay inside all day

Stumble in the party, shots and limes

Mixing up powders into one, call em frankinlines

Sippin potion, causing a commotion,

So much alc we could make an ocean

I just came for the booze, and the boos, and the drugs to abuse

Not like I have a life to lose

But I can’t choose which pills to take, which drinks to make, which part to shake

Dunk me in a lake and I’d fucking live, little witchy bitch w no fucks to give

Smoking pot, we’ve got a lot, you kno we’re hot but our skin is cold

Covered in gold and diamonds and glitter, bitch talking shit then imam have to hit her

Truth be told, we’ve already rolled so many splifs, we cant be controlled

Covered in gold, and blood and guts, we’ve ost our lives and lost our fucks

Speakers bumpin, crowd is jumpin, our hearts ain’t thumpin and they haven’t for a while

Cuz being alive is so outta style, we’re young, we’re dead, we’re cray, we’re wild

You’re bland, you’re mild, you’re basic trash, but we got spark, yea, weve got cash

And we’ve got ass so we’re gonna shake it, fuck y’all who said I couldn’t make it

Downing wine like there’s no time should be a crime to be this swag

We makin that bag and buyin bags too, bitches talk shit but idk who

We’re sucking blood, theyr sucking dicks, these hater chicks aint shit to me

They’re wannabes, their lives comedies, we’re VIPs, bitch we’re the queens

Line em up nd knockem back, our souls are black, and dead and cold

Fuck all ur rules, we wont do as told, that shits outta fashion, that shits so old

Moonshine under the moon’s shine, we look so fine, we look so cool

This is where the undead rule, alco’s our fuel, we’re the it ghouls

Party in the dark, with the neon lights, the chokers with spikes, give the humans frights and sleepless nights, oh what such sights, normies bark and us vamps bite

Throw cash around all on the ground we’re making sounds like no ones around, no ones safe and sound from us moonlit creatures, bump the music louder on the speakers

Undead royalty, drinking long beach iced tea, boy take off ur band tee, we’re wild and free, dance like zombies

Boy I don’t give a fuck, I js wanna c u work it, lemme see ur cash, boy, lemme c u twerk it

And if u don’t got the dollars and patron, and I aint ya number one, I want cho ass gone!

Smoking pot, we’ve got a lot, you kno we’re hot but our skin is cold

Covered in gold and diamonds and glitter, bitch talking shit then imam have to hit her

Truth be told, we’ve already rolled so many splifs, we cant be controlled

Covered in gold, and blood and guts, we’ve ost our lives and lost our fucks

Downing wine like there’s no time should be a crime to be this swag

We makin that bag and buyin bags too, bitches talk shit but idk who

We’re sucking blood, theyr sucking dicks, these hater chicks aint shit to me

They’re wannabes, their lives comedies, we’re VIPs, bitch we’re the queens

LOST OUR LIVES (AND OUR FUCKZ)

The Radio Station (Teaser)

Huge thanks to Dart for doing this sick remix!!! https://soundcloud.com/xx-dart-darling-xx-3

Listen to the original here: https://on.soundcloud.com/TaLyZ

Hot Topic xX-Dart-Darling-Xx <3 Remix (Bonus Track)

krost bb kept begging for me to cover this

Pretty Little Psycho XD

The penultimate track featuring Maya Malice

Fuck Your Party! ft. Maya Malice

Welcome back to Rhinestone Skies >:3  

This is a track I recorded w a friend of mine a couple months back-- she was also featured on an ambient/noise track from my album Neon Streaks and Swirls (In That River of Holy Black Cum) that I released earlier this year! This track is much poppier than that one, hookier, more structured and stuff, but still with some industrial/noise/ambient elements. 

The content of the song is a little ambiguous, I'd say. Hard to say who/what-in-particular it's about, but it's fair to say that it's about intimacy. And not just physical intimacy but very much the intimacy of sharing urself-- ur thoughts and feelings, ur past (yeah, ik, themes of intimacy come up pretty often in my work, especially given the concept of the "Emberlink" that I return to time and again). If I was to give a definitive framework for the song, I'd say it's ab Kuma and Soy talking, musing on their experiences with others and the things that have driven them further into themselves, expressing their desire to transcend the barriers they've created, stuff like that. 

ANYWAY, hope u enjoy the track, and if u do, comment!!! transcend ur barriers, COME CLOSER, let me know :3

come_closer

come_closer (ft. Soy)

Originally by Ayesha Erotica,
This is a fully rebuild track by me
Someone asked for the track so I post it :P

Underage (Instrumental) (Ayesha Erotica Cover)

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

Speak Up! (feat. Xx-Dart-Darling-xX <3)

Maya Malice

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