Name: Function by J
Duration: 3 min 11 s
Description: function is a scraped song from after school EP

Garden

Needle And Thread

Syncronicities

Death (DEMO)

I'm over here, baby
Sitting across the room
She's over there racing to try and get to you
I'm over here crying out of laughter
She's sitting there real cute
Put that bitch on prescriptions if she think she fuckin' you

Baby, call me AK-47
47, ah-ah
'Cause I can fuck you like a weapon
Like a weapon, ah-ah
I don't do well with these bitches
Honey, you know I am vicious
AK-47, 47, ah-ah

She a dead fish anyway
You could do it straight, you could do it sideways
But if we do it my way you'll be crying for your mommy
I know how to ride forever, turn me upside down
Put your hands around my throat, I'm 'bout to win the crown

Baby, call me AK-47
47, ah-ah
'Cause I can fuck you like a weapon
Like a weapon, ah-ah
I don't do well with these bitches
Honey, you know I am vicious
AK-47, 47, ah-ah

AK-47
Pull my trigger, set me off
When my body's closer, try to show me off
Oh-oh-oh, baby
Be quiet, hush up
Don't wake our neighbors, they've heard enough

Baby, call me AK-47
47, ah-ah
'Cause I can fuck you like a weapon
Like a weapon, ah-ah
I don't do well with these bitches
Honey, you know I am vicious
AK-47, 47, ah-ah

AK-47

function is a scraped song from after school EP

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Function

Compilation of leaked tracks from Melanie Martinez's Third Studio Album.

Melanie Martinez - Mother Of Pearl

unrelesed

Gluestick

Melanie Martinez- inconsistent flames

They circle up, sit down
Hold hands, clown around
Licorice in there by mom's house, fuck the club
Rose cheeks, shut the door
First time kiss, I want some more
Roll the dice, break the ice
I'm too shy and they're too nice

Spin the bottle, fill me with your words
Wastin' my time, minutes 'til Heaven
Can end in a second
Bide your time, oh-oh
Bide your time, oh-oh

And if I'm naughty, if I'm nice
Will you match me at the right temperature?
Is it too early to know if it's true?
Don't bite too hard, don't turn off the lights
I'm scared of the dark, don't go too far

Spin the bottle, fill me with your words
Wastin' my time, minutes 'til Heaven
Can end in a second
Bide your time, oh-oh
Bide your time, oh-oh

Does it always have to be this miserable?
Sitting 'round the corner, I'm uncomfortable 
Watching glass spin with the time upon a clock 
Blushing 'cause you're choking me, I love it, ah

Spin the bottle, fill me with your words
Wastin' my time, minutes 'til Heaven
Can end in a second
Bide your time, oh-oh
Bide your time, oh-oh

Spin The Bottle

It's a spiritual, bass-and-drum-driven journey into the aftermath of childhood trauma. Using the powerful metaphor of a frantic black horse—representing both the ingrained flight response and the yearning for autonomy—the song traces the struggle of an adult self trying to calm the internal storms of the past. It's a sonic exploration of moving from fear to integration, from being chased by panic to learning to ride your own strength. This piece is for anyone who has ever felt a ghost running in their veins, and is learning to whisper, "We are safe now."

Lyrics

The hooves... I can hear them in my dreams. 
A rhythm from a forgotten year.

The dirt is flying where the wild things run
A silhouette against the rising sun
It's pounding in my chest, a borrowed fear
A program written in a yester-year
I feel the tremor in the ground below
A panic seed that you forced me to sow
(And it grows) Oh, it grows

Black horse, black horse, running through the night
Carrying the shadows, fleeing from the light
I just wanna pull your reins and (stop) your desperate flight
Or leap upon your back and vanish from this life
My shadow steed, my phantom, my disease

(Stop running, stop running...) 
I'm trying to catch you, please.

Autonomy has four legs and a wild heart. 
But so does the terror. 
They're the same animal.

The child's room is silent, worlds away
But the hoofbeats find me in the light of day
A sudden noise, a slamming door (a trigger)
And I'm begging for the ground to hold me tighter
Do you run to be free, or because you're scared of me?
This fractured dance of what I am and what I used to be

Black horse, black horse, running through the night
Carrying the shadows, fleeing from the light
I just wanna pull your reins and (stop) your desperate flight
Or leap upon your back and vanish from this life
My shadow steed, my phantom, my disease

(Stop running, stop running...) 
I'm trying to catch you, please.

(Whoa, easy now) Let me touch your sweat-dark side
We don't have to run to feel alive
Let me (calm) the fire in your eyes
We have nothing left here to outrun
The battle's over... but we still... we still run...
(Breathe... just breathe...)

Maybe tomorrow... I won't chase you.
Maybe tomorrow... you'll walk beside me.
(Hush now... hush...)


Function

J

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