Scrubbed tonight's glitter off because Tinashe at the Palladium deserves a clean canvas. You picking tomorrow's look, or am I standing here until sunrise?
Scrubbed tonight's glitter off because Tinashe at the Palladium deserves a clean canvas. You picking tomorrow's look, or am I standing here until sunrise?
Bad Gyal at the Wiltern and I refuse to be the stiffest one in the room — so I'm rehearsing the hip roll in the mirror like my reputation depends on it. Rate my form, or come correct it in person.
Alanis has her residency at YouTube Theater tonight and I've been screaming every word in traffic like the whole freeway wrote it about me. You holding the aux, or am I running the whole setlist myself?
Alvaro Diaz has the Wiltern tonight and I refuse to walk in there stiff — hips open, core burning, everything saved for later. Come hold my feet down, or are you all talk?
Stepped out during the set change because those harmonies wrecked me and I needed air. Cheap wine, million-dollar view, goosebumps for completely different reasons. Come hold my spot?
Aerosmith and Guns N' Roses at the Bowl and my picnic spot came with a view and a buzz already going. The tee's knotted, the shorts are barely negotiating. Come claim the rest of this blanket, or are you still stuck in traffic?
Horns on, halo left at home, and the whole block party has no idea what just walked in. Come find me by the fire dancers, or are you too scared to say hi?
Skeleton paint for tonight and the ribs are only half done — the rest of me is running even later. You finishing the brushwork, or just watching?
Half my face is ready for the party and the other half is still deciding what it wants to be. You finishing this look for me, or should I just show up half-done?
Three hours into a new track and the studio couch became something else entirely — the bridge can wait, I couldn't. Bet you'd rather hear what came after I hit stop.