lyrics
Fishnet thighs
Drifting in the sky of stale gray
High as a kite
Strung by dirty lingerie
Blanket fort
Makeshift bed on hardwood floors
The bright stage lights
That curtain life she can’t afford
A little higher, lift her up a little higher
A little tighter, pull her corset a little tighter
Her skin’s hanging onto thin straps trapping dollar bills of quick cash
Mad dash for the fat stash
(She’s on the fast track)
Unheated home, rehearsing monologues alone
Latin honor on the corner wall but
Flesh and bones, they will pay her loans
Lashes glued
Heels on but nothing from her usuals
Prada suits
Would any of these men buy a twenty-dollar lap dance
Smokey club
Lime on tequila, bottoms up
She can’t buy love but
All she wants is some gas station donuts
Glasses cleared
Her private education
They admire
This conversation
A little tired
This situation
A little dire
Her skin’s hanging onto thin straps trapping dollar bills of quick cash
Mad dash for the fat stash
(She’s on the fast track)
Unheated home, rehearsing monologues alone
Latin honor on the corner wall but
Flesh and bones, they will pay her loans
Her skin’s hanging onto thin straps trapping dollar bills of quick cash
Mad dash for the fat stash
(She’s on the fast track)
Hunting zone, navigating dark nights on her own
On her crack-screen phone
Go and take the first train home
credits
from
Freespace Mixtape Vol. 1,
released September 9, 2017
Vincy Chan - keyboard, lead and harmony vocals
Vincent Chan - electric bass
Frankie Fung - electric guitar, harmony vocals
Iu Sai Yu - trumpet
Billy Leong - cajon, percussion
Recorded at Studio M3Js, Avon Recording Studios, AYM Studio
Engineer - Anthony Yeung
Recording Engineer - Na-san@Studio M3Js, Ming Lee@Avon Recording Studios, Jacklam Ho@AYM Studio
Mixing and Mastering - Anthony Yeung
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