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

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?

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!

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!

"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"

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)

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 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 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)

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

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 Champaign 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 Champaign 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 Champaign 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 Champaign 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 Champaign 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 Champaign 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 Champaign 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 Champaign Drive like were craz-ay (AND WE GON' DO IT ALL NIGHT LONG)

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

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