CHALLENGE ACCEPTED

CHALLENGE ACCEPTED

I have an affinity for activities that require steps and layers of work before they are rendered complete. I choose to write or edit / retouch raw images, activities that can turn masochistic very quickly, since there are a million different possibilities with where the project could go - a space where there is always room for improvement or change. It takes me almost all of my will power to peel myself away from proof reading a piece and hitting the “PUBLISH” button, hence the lack of content on this blog… but I’m working on it. I will say, out of of all the writing I’ve done, whether contracted by a client or for leisure, I’ve never written …. a song? I can’t say that I’m particularly grand with rhyming or creating catchy metaphors, but it was incredibly amusing to try. This entire piece was created while driving southbound on PCH. I pulled over numerous times to type the text into my phone before I gave up and pressed record on a voice memo instead. I later played the sound bits back to physically type notes and edit, and it wasn’t until then that I realized I could actually sync all this to music. As a complete and total amateur to all of this, I would say I can see how artists get themselves lost in the recording studio. I can also see why they purchase most of their lyrics from actual song writers, too ! In another life maybe I’ll be that girl. But for now, I present to you my bootleg mixtape, remixed using nothing but a smartphone and antiquated editing software. Lyrics are as follows :

TASTE REMIX

(Original audio is credited to Tyga ft. Offset from his single “Taste” - Legendary album, 2019)

This my summer shade -

What’s to explain ?

Got UV’s rayin’ from my mind frame 

Ultra Slick, Mad Sexy

That’s my street name

Have you bet your bottom dollar on this brûlée

Fast times goin’ hard

Tryna refrain

Flirting with success to your distain

You better keep up 

Before I switch lanes

Booty poppin’ on queue -

Let this bitch reign !

More dollars, more commas

Keepin’ ma money up 

More Gucci, more Prada -

Got everything custom

You think that I’m reckless

You just haven’t seen enough 

I exude that Libra energy

Come at me … bitch ….

Five foot seven -

That’s a “Short Stack”

Tell them haters “Bend over” …

That’s a “Clap Back”

Shimmy up my thighs -

I wouldn’t try that

You think you’re driving yards ?

Bring the line back

Chill, fam -

Take a drink and whine slow

Ain’t gettin’ what you want ?

Consult your side ho

Miracles happen if you pray, though

¡ Llévalo afuera, con estilo !