Been drilling KATSEYE choreo in my living room since my eyes snapped open way too early — they take Kaseya tonight and I refuse to be the only one who doesn't know the moves. Ten years of gymnastics and this is what it was all for, babe.
Been drilling KATSEYE choreo in my living room since my eyes snapped open way too early — they take Kaseya tonight and I refuse to be the only one who doesn't know the moves. Ten years of gymnastics and this is what it was all for, babe.
Miami Carnival has the whole city whining down in white and I took the dress code personally — the sheer part was entirely my idea. You'd keep up with me on this floor, right babe?
Doing tonight backwards — Sin Bandera's ballads at the Knight Center first to melt me, then Armin till sunrise to put me back together. Somewhere in between, this zipper stopped cooperating. Which show are you coming to, babe?
Armin's got Factory Town going until sunrise and I've been up since dawn anyway — trance nights wreck my sleep in the best way. Coffee first, bass later. Come be my second wind tonight, babe.
Took the ocean as my warm-up act before Ultra Sunn turns Las Rosas into a synth cave tonight — the swim beat every opening band I've ever seen. This bikini's still dripping and I'm in no hurry to dry off. Come bring me a towel, babe.
ROA has the Fillmore tonight so I crossed the water early and claimed a table on Lincoln Road before the crowd wakes up — this dress already knows it's not making it to curtain innocent. Come take the empty chair across from me.
Hauled my guitar to the blues jam in the Gables in case the house band wants a troublemaker — first round came first, obviously. Should I get up and play or stay right here being a problem, babe?
Danza Kuduro came on while the coffee was still brewing and my kitchen turned into a pregame — Don Omar's got Kaseya and I'm already losing it in an oversized tee and nothing else. Tell me which song I should lose my voice to.
The outfit war is officially over and this dress won by a landslide — Karol G has the whole stadium singing in Spanish and I'm dead center in the pit getting pushed around in the best way. Come find me in this crowd, babe.
Thundercat's got the whole Bandshell floating and I slipped to the back where the bass hits softer and the air is saltier — this dress gave up on staying decent somewhere around the second encore. Come claim this corner with me, babe.