New Song “Work”

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I’m sorry I’ve been absent, but that’s because I was working on a special surprise. I’ve gone back to my roots and recorded a new song! It’s a cover of rapper Iggy Azalea’s “Work”. I’ve re-written a lot of the lyrics to better suit myself and I got pretty personal. I really put my heart into this one and I’m proud of what I did with the song. I hope everyone enjoys. ❤

Work

Lyrics: By Iggy Azalea and Asylum Attendant

Intro

Work for hours on a new song

But, I ain’t done this shit in so long

I’m not bitchin’ I’m just telling you

Trying to let you know what the fuck that I’ve been through

Verse 1

Grew up in the Midwest, nonsense

Hoes so vain, insane

Tried to go with the grain

But, I’ve now overcome that pain.

Haters got a lot to say

Cutting me down for being gay

Listening to them would just be dumb

As I make it past where I am from.

Bridge

No friends, mad family

Sixteen and so unhappy

Hook

I’ve been up all night, tryna get this rich

I’ve been work work work work working on my shit

Milked the whole game twice, gotta get it how I live

I’ve been work work work work working on my shit

Now get this work (4)

Working on my shit

Verse 2

You can hate me or love me

The struggle didn’t change me

More than anything it saved me.

Femme boy with a new ploy

Some thought I was psychotic

Or just plain idiotic

Might have been crazy, sometimes lazy

Never let the sadness break me.

Stomped through the bullshit like a rivethead

Just made me madder and madder

Til’ the taunts came to a head.

So, I got stronger

Dyed my hair as I embraced my inner warrior

Until I came to realize

As I painted my eyes

My inner light I no longer had to hide.

Effeminate, with dry wit

Conservatives will never comprehend it

Creeps poisoned me like arsenic

Old men couldn’t take my innocence

Now, I’m the baddest bitch!

You don’t know the half

This shit get real

Nancy boys giving blowjobs for Louboutins

What you call that?

Head over heels (ha)

Bridge

No friends, mad family

Sixteen and so unhappy

Hook

I’ve been up all night, tryna get this rich

I’ve been work work work work working on my shit

Milked the whole game twice, gotta get it how I live

I’ve been work work work work working on my shit

Now get this work (4)

Working on my shit

Verse 3

I broke free from the bubble

Ain’t been easy

But, I stay busy creeping back from the trouble

Let go of the past

Living in the moment, what a blast

Integrity, love, and unity

I keep balanced in harmony

Eighteen, I changed for the better so

Flying with my batwings to Sassyland

Sounding like a reject marching band

As my Bubblegoth world leaves bitches aghast

My dream is all that I need

Cause it’s all that I ever had

Outro

Now get this work

Working on my shitttt

Syringes Galore

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These are the lyrics to the first song I ever wrote. I plan to record it at some point because I knew exactly how I wanted it to sound when I wrote it. A melody just popped into my head and I had a concept, so the lyrics came fairly easily. The song is sarcastic and funny, but it deals with very serious issues at the same time.

And yes, I’m supposed to look psychotic in the picture above. lol Don’t piss off the creep holding the giant syringe…

Syringes Galore

 

[Verse 1]

My favorite part of every day

Is when the next dose comes my way

The purple, pink, and light blue tablets

Get rid of my horrid habits

 

My doctor keeps me nice and looped

He loves to see my eyelids droop

And when the pills start to wear off

Everyone begins to shout for…

 

[Chorus]

Syringes galore-ore, syringes galore

Shoot me up, like a whore

Syringes galore

Syringes galore-ore, syringes galore

Pilled out on the floor

Syringes galore

 

[Verse 2]

Talk is cheap and so is sympathy

All we know is straight-up apathy

I let pills just do the talking

While my illness lays in hiding

 

I know I’ll never be a junkie

DARE taught me that drugs were naughty

Prescriptions aren’t like hardcore drugs

They’re legal and some even come in…

 

[Chorus]

Syringes galore-ore, syringes galore

Welcome to the candy store

Syringes galore

Syringes galore-ore, syringes galore

Come on in and swallow more

Syringes galore

 

[Bridge]

Injected and hated

We’ll die without an anesthetic

Our only hope is knowledge

And a mindset that’s empathetic

Not synthetic…not synthetic…

[Chorus]

Syringes galore-ore, syringes galore

Nothing else matters anymore

Syringes galore

Syringes galore-ore, syringes galore

Won’t stop ‘til my body drops onto the fucking floor