Put a deposit on this brand new apartment.
No more straight girls in dorm compartments.
Shocked to find that this life could be so sordid.
Got the Black Death, this shit is so morbid.
This ice queen can’t handle the play.
Even Tati can’t handle the play.
Played with costumes since she was a boy.
Lipstick and schtick, no masculine ploy.
Mama said she loved her ever since she was young.
But daddy’s disengaged, just wants to be hung.
Husband makes her stay in drag so he can fuck her.
Don’t pop the tuck, she’s stuck with no pucker.
Tits and hips. On shit, she don’t suffer.
Dawn breaks, cold spoon, she’s a sucker.
For luck and love, don’t ask. Alright?
DG and Kors, even Gucci if I ask right.
Baby, girl’s gotta eat. No fight.
Whatever, mama, if it gets you through the night…
Slingshot out the closet, needing It Gets Better,
Ready or not cuz it just gets bitter.
We the queens, so now we supposed to own it?
You know us, though, we never been shown it.
No Advil component. We got no path lain.
Blast from the past. Stonewall bane.
Those ghosts, they fucked and danced behind a stone wall,
Pure passion, it’s a home away from normal
So it’s a game, Jack the Ripper, hunt prey.
I’m the prey, fuck the predator, all day.
Try to change, yeah, you know the score.
Sitting there on the bathroom floor,
Rouge flowing. Redrum. Folklore.
So this white boy’s got no reason to cry.
Then why is it all I want is to fly?
Freeze frame in this moment when my biggest opponent
Is a self-defeat I can’t beat.
Got Biofreeze feet, yeah, I am made of meat.
Stone Apples pop Tweets in the moment.
Gurl you better. Oh yeah, you important.
The fuck he got to do but take your life and short it.
Ladies like him, mama, taint your heart. Distort it.
Fine and good gurl, but rumor mills purported.
Man in the mirror, you got nothing here to fear for.
Safe in my arms. Something I can give an ear for.
You the king, yeah, mama you deserve more.
You so regal. You the prince but you serve more.
You hit bottom, stupid bitch. Fix it right now.
Jet Blue, brains and beauty. Somehow.
I know I got ‘em, but I don’t have the knowhow.
This fuckin’ baggage can’t handle the game.
My fuckin’ baggage can’t handle the game.
Trapped in shame with a shaved ass stick frame.
Camera angles try to balance the scales.
Masked justice. Blood buckets versus air pails.
Punched ears, masked marks, these fairy tales
Fuck that. Fag life. These are scary tales.