Sweet Sixteen 
Not so sweet at all
Smells like perfume
And alcohol 

Red lips and 
Cake batter smeared walls
You taste like sugar
And menthols

Who even invited you?
And why didn't you leave when I told you to?
This party scene is new to you
So why, wallflower, did it call to you? 

The music ain't going slow
So hold my hand baby it's a rodeo
It's too much for you and I told you so,
So why didn't you go when I said to go?

Sweet Sixteen 
Not so sweet at all
Smells like perfume
And alcohol 

Wet lips and
Writing on the walls
You taste like shit
This room's too small

I'm way too drunk it's way too hot
You're so damn done I'm so damn not
I'm choking on cupcakes and scotch
You're bittersweet and too damn hot

Who even invited you?
And why didn't you leave when I told you to?
This party scene is new to you
So why, wallflower, did it call to you? 

The music ain't going slow
So hold my hand baby it's a rodeo
It's too much for you and I told you so,
So why didn't you go when I said to go?

SCENE SIXTEEN
GET FREAKY
GET DRESSED UP 
DRESSED DOWN KINKY
SCENE SIXTEEN
COME SAVE ME
ORGANZA NIGHTMARE
HATE ME

Scene Sixteen

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?

Desperate un-famous

Getting a license to leave where we are
And I'm standing outside of an non-carding bar
And I'm cold in the street but I'm hot for your card
Like the wind whistling like the boys from the yard

And it's almost 11; but I don't care
My sunglasses at night they block out all the stares
And you're watching along to my every move
I'm the girl from your math class without a curfew

Life in the fast line
Sipping on Champagne
Drive like were craz-ay
(AND WE GON' DO IT ALL NIGHT LONG)
In the left turn lane
Going like eighty
We can go craz-ay
(AND WE GON' DO IT ALL NIGHT LONG)
Just a bit dangerous
Live like we're famous
Burn like we're heinous
(AND WE GON' DO IT ALL NIGHT LONG)
Life in the fast line
Sipping on Champagne
Drive like were craz-ay
(AND WE GON' DO IT ALL NIGHT LONG)

My truck named Elvira
We drive from the fire
Like embers we're brighter
In our black than you in your pastels
Velvet seat liners
Dirty bed liners 
Runny eyeliner
Motel 6 is our oblique castle
We're cocaine royals
Blonde out of foils
We roll up to spoil
Cause rotten beauty starts to smell
Live monster high doll
Dead girl couture all
Jet set and bridal
Living life like stories not to tell

Life in the fast line
Sipping on Champagne
Drive like were craz-ay
(AND WE GON' DO IT ALL NIGHT LONG)
In the left turn lane
Going like eighty
We can go craz-ay
(AND WE GON' DO IT ALL NIGHT LONG)
Just a bit dangerous
Live like we're famous
Burn like we're heinous
(AND WE GON' DO IT ALL NIGHT LONG)
Life in the fast line
Sipping on Champagne
Drive like were craz-ay
(AND WE GON' DO IT ALL NIGHT LONG)

It's past 1am I'm starting to feel a breeze 
I can't feel my body and I've forgotten how to breathe
Give me a hit and I'll try to remain upright
Give me a drink cause I'm planning on upping all night

Life in the fast line
Sipping on Champagne
Drive like were craz-ay
(AND WE GON' DO IT ALL NIGHT LONG)
In the left turn lane
Going like eighty
We can go craz-ay
(AND WE GON' DO IT ALL NIGHT LONG)
Just a bit dangerous
Live like we're famous
Burn like we're heinous
(AND WE GON' DO IT ALL NIGHT LONG)
Life in the fast line
Sipping on Champagne
Drive like were craz-ay
(AND WE GON' DO IT ALL NIGHT LONG) 

It's 3:34 and I'm completely numb to the breeze
I can't feel my body and I forgotten how to breathe
Give me a hand cause I fear I can't take anymore
Je suis désolé pour ma morte mais c'est fille morte couture

Life in the fast line
Sipping on Champagne
Drive like were craz-ay
(AND WE GON' DO IT ALL NIGHT LONG)
In the left turn lane
Going like eighty
We can go craz-ay
(AND WE GON' DO IT ALL NIGHT LONG)
Just a bit dangerous
Live like we're famous
Burn like we're heinous
(AND WE GON' DO IT ALL NIGHT LONG)
Life in the fast line
Sipping on Champagne
Drive like were craz-ay
(AND WE GON' DO IT ALL NIGHT LONG)

No Curfew

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)

I've got school in the morning but I couldn't really care
Right now I'm doing makeup and im teasing up my hair
Picking out an outfit and a little matching set
Prying eyes love me I'm so gorgeously upset
So come online tonight cause I've got a new schtick
So horny for attention I'll pretend to like your-

Let's rage like we're scene kids in 2004
There's perfume in the air and there's glitter on the floor
Lights Camera Action for the webcam world
Let's stream it all on Stickam like a myspace whore

Like a myspace whore
Like a myspace whore
Like a myspace whore
Like a myspace 


Anonymous star of Omegle dot com
The Headlining freakshow of Stickydrama
Cause hopeless romanticism is something you can sell
I'm cashing in on crying I'm the beautiful unwell

Let's rage like we're scene kids in 2004
There's perfume in the air and there's glitter on the floor
Lights Camera Action for the webcam world
Let's stream it all on Stickam like a myspace whore

Like a myspace whore
Like a myspace whore
Like a myspace whore
Maya Malice

Got my graphic tee and jeans on hella tight
Diamond necklace on with studded belts we gettin wild tonight
Six digits on my friends list got me seeing stars
Seatbelts off, call the cops
(Wait, who’s driving the car?)

All these haters call me crazy ‘cause they wish they were me
Never know about the things that they never see
Party’s over, all alone, laying on the floor
(But that’s the life that you live when you’re a MySpace whore)

Let's rage like we're scene kids in 2004
There's perfume in the air and there's glitter on the floor
Lights Camera Action for the webcam world
Let's stream it all on Stickam like a myspace whore

Like a myspace whore
Like a myspace whore
Like a myspace whore
Like a myspace whore
Like a myspace whore
Like a myspace whore
Like a myspace whore
Like a myspace

MYSPACE WHORE!!! (feat. Maya Malice) (Album Version)

We got vodka and the party
(You bring redbull and barcardi)
You get tipsy we'll get naughty
(We play music you bring shawties)

Wake up at 3pm
Still drunk, a little sloppy, get dressed, and then
Text your friend's list
Tell em they're a party on
If they get their ass down to shopping mall

Buy clothes and perfume you would never buy
Cause we're sneaking in to a college tonight
Get your padded bra just a size too small
You'll thank me later in a shitty bathroom stall

We got vodka and the party
(You bring redbull and barcardi)
You get tipsy we'll get naughty
(We play music you bring shawties)

(D) Run into someone that you recognize
(M) Omg I didn't think I would see you tonight
(D) Your lipstick's smeared, girl what're you on?
(M) Jetlag and nothing but the party's on
(M) Our shades match, bitch you look so cute!
(D) So do you girl but where is the booze?
(M) Out in the back they've got beer pong
(D) Let's play a round but wait! This is my song!

(M) 50 drunk people in a dancing throng
(D) Watch all the girls with the skirts and the thongs
(M) THE CROWD'S TOO LOUD, YOU GOTTA SPEAK LOUDER
(D) I'M IN THE RHYTHM  AND DEAF TO SOUND OF
(M) 50 drunk people in a dancing throng
(D) Watch all the girls with the skirts and the thongs
(M) THE CROWD'S TOO LOUD, YOU GOTTA SCREAM LOUDER
(D) I'M IN THE RHYTHM AND THIS IS THE SOUND OF

(D) We got vodka and the party
(M) (WE BRING REDBULL AND BACARDI)
(D) You get tipsy we'll get naughty
(M) (PLAY YOUR MUSIC SING IT SHAWDY)
(D) We got vodka and the party
(M) (WE BRING REDBULL AND BACARDI)
(D) You get tipsy we'll get naughty
(M) (PLAY YOUR MUSIC SCREAM IT SHAWDY)

(D) We'll get fucking lit tonight
Go until the morning light
(M) Baby girl you can't deny
Pour those shots let the sparks ignite
(D) We'll get fucking lit tonight
(M) (YEAH WE'LL NEVER HIT THE SAC)
(TILT THOSE FUCKING BOTTLES BACK)
(M) Baby girl you can't deny 
(RUSHING OF ADRENALINE)
(GIVE YA GIRL A HEART ATTACK)

College Party (feat. Maya Malice)

"Hold on a second, I gotta call maya."
"Ugh omg pick up pick up pick up"
"hello?"
"Oh yeah, you. Can I help you?"
"Yeah, yeah we were gonna do those songs together?"
"Dart, darling, I'm really busy today, I'm actually late for the illegal baby street fight? I have to make sure Little Timmy wins or I'm gonna be down fifty bucks."
"Oh. Well. That sounds. That sounds really fun."
"Yeah, it is, guess that's why you weren't invited."
"Oh. That's not nice." 
"Yeah well get fucked."
"Okay. Are you gonna sing the song?"
"...yeah sure hold on" 
"Jesus fucking christ"

A phone call, with Maya Malice (Skit)

I walk in 
She's standing
Just parallel to the 
bar from the stage

My setlist
Is missing
It's in her hand
And she's kissing the page 

Her dress is
Fluorescent
She's hard to miss
Cause they move out her way

She's looking
VIP
Drinks with the bands
And she comes to me to say

Oh honey
Your fame
Is alluring
Wanna play?
Your money
My dress
She games
For cash!

I talk a lot
Bout rockstars
But to be honest
I'm new to the game

Respect your
Good hustle
But I don't have 
The wallet for this

Can show ya
A good time 
If you're still interested
In that date

Drink cheap wine
And pasta
If that can satisfy
Expensive taste

My worth lies
In eating
Something a bit southern 
Of your face 

Dressing rooms
No soundproof
We can fuck here
You can call it a "date"

At venues
With seating
Four hundred people
We're making them wait

You hear them?
Inpatient
But lucky you
Cause you've made the top 8

Oh honey! 
No shame
Top volume!
They can hear you sing!
On my tongue
Up your dress
Money Shots
No cash!

Oh honey! 
No shame
Top volume!
They can hear you sing!
On my tongue
Up your dress
Money Shots
No cash!

The mirrors over there
So you can watch and stare
At what I do to you you
Money hungry gold digger
The mirrors over there
So you can watch and stare
At what I do to you you
Money hungry gold digger
The mirrors over there
So you can watch and stare
At what I do to you you
Money hungry gold digger


Oh honey
Your fame
Is alluring
Wanna play?
Your money
My dress
She games
For cash!

Oh honey! 
No shame
Top volume!
They can hear you sing!
On my tongue
Up your dress
Moneyshots
No cash!

Oh Honey Bless Your Heart

Wake Up bitch, c'mon and get your ass out of bed
we're going out I found a show on the internet

It's some band who thinks they're punk, hope it's something good
Never heard of em but fuck it i want something to do

Do my hair and I can do your makeup too
I've got new leggings and my old ass favorite shoes
Put on some glitter and I'm sure they'll notice you
let's Get dressed and blow the roof off your Subaru

oh yeah and you're driving im already drunk

Lets go fucking out tonight!
Let's get fucked up tonight and I
Ain't going fucking home tonight!
We wake with neon lights tonight!

Holy shit look at the sky, what's the fuckin time?
Can't believe that that was good, now it's just midnight
But no one go, I know a place I can get us in
Just crowd like crazy and act like you're all my friends

HEY EVERYBODY IN THE MOTHERFUCKING CLUB TONIGHT!
THE DJS FRIENDS ARE HERE SO WE GON DO IT ALL NIGHT
BE CAREFUL IF YOU DARE CAUSE CRAZY BITCHES WILL BITE
LET'S MAKE A RIOT OF THIS DANCEFLOOR SET THIS SHIT ALIGHT

Lets go fucking out tonight!
Let's get fucked up tonight and I
Ain't going fucking home tonight!
We wake with neon lights tonight!
Lets go fucking out tonight!
Let's get fucked up tonight and I
Ain't going fucking home tonight!
We wake with neon lights tonight!


Well oh Well I think it's three Am Again
my makeups ruined and I look like im fucking dead
but for a corpse you know i look pretty fuckin good
lets keep going till we're six feet under foot

Lets go fucking out tonight!
Let's get fucked up tonight and I
Ain't going fucking home tonight!
We wake with neon lights tonight!

WAKEUPBITCH!!! (Album Version)

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

Throw fucks up to the sky
Get tipsy you and I
Get frisky don't be shy
DGAF-ing til I die

Been a fucked up fucking week but you've heard it all before
I'm pulling out eyelashes waking up on bathroom floors
I'm trying not puke and you're standing at my door
But if we're going out, here's how I am gonna roll

Throw fucks up to the sky
Get tipsy you and I
Get frisky don't be shy
DGAF-ing til I die

Were keeping shit going cause tonight we're going hard
I'm dancing up on people like I flunked from Julliard
This little heartbreaker's got my number on a card
Let's keep this show going this depravity is art

Throw fucks up to the sky
Get tipsy you and I
Get frisky don't be shy
DGAF-ing til I die
Don't give a fuck tonight
Don't give a fuck til I die
Don't give a fuck tonight
Don't give a fuck til I die
Don't give a fuck tonight
Don't give a fuck til I die
Don't give a fuck tonight
Don't give a fuck til I die

(D.G.A.F.T.I.D) I'm stealing your booze and I'm stealing your bitch
(D.G.A.F.T.I.D) You don't need both I know you're filthy fucking rich
(D.G.A.F.T.I.D) I'm getting her off while you take off on your yacht 
(D.G.A.F.T.I.D) And somehow she's wetter than your filthy fucking yacht
(D.G.A.F.T.I.D) I'm stealing your booze and I'm stealing your bitch
(D.G.A.F.T.I.D) You don't need both I know you're filthy fucking rich
(D.G.A.F.T.I.D) I'm getting her off while you take off on your yacht 
(D.G.A.F.T.I.D) And somehow she's wetter than your filthy fucking yacht

Throw fucks up to the sky
Get tipsy you and I
Get frisky don't be shy
DGAF-ing til I die
Don't give a fuck tonight
Don't give a fuck til I die
Don't give a fuck tonight
Don't give a fuck til I die
Don't give a fuck tonight
Don't give a fuck til I die
Don't give a fuck tonight
Don't give a fuck til I die

D.G.A.F.T.I.D.

Hi I'm Dart I'm a scene kid who loves crunkcore and hates quality control. It's free to download my shit but it's funnier if you pirate it. I wanna see my bullshit on Limewire.

No Curfew

Xx-Dart-Darling-xX <3

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