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LYRICS TO “GIMME (IT GIRL)”

Written by Jamie Daniel Miller, Maxwell Michael Steger, Peter Cho, Rachel Rosa Colonna
Published by JAMIE MILLER PUBLISHING/ASCAP, MAXWELL M STEGER PUBLISHING/BMI, EFFORTMUSIC/ASCAP, RACHEL ROSA COLONNA PUBLISHING/BMI
Produced, Engineered, Mixed, and Mastered by Pete Cho
Studio: Effort Labs (Chicago, IL & Hollywood, CA)

Called on for love but not when I’m ready
Steady the hand that reaches out
Touch my mouth with the tip of your tongue
Whenever you’re ready to ruin me

I move my body like you’re watching
Liquid down my throat like it’s the weekend
I-I-I-I’ll be-e-e your i-i-i-it girl
I-I-I-I’ll be-e-e your i-i-i-it girl

Gimme just a little
Gimme just a little
Little bit of love

Gimme just a little
Gimme just a little
Little bit of love

Gimme just a little
Gimme just a little
Little bit of love

Gimme just a little
Gimme just a little
Little bit of love

Gimme just a little bit
Gimme just a little bit
Gimme just a little bit
I-I-I-I’ll

Gimme just a little bit
Gimme just a little bit
I-I-I-it
Little bit of love

Gimme just a little bit
Gimme just a little bit
Gimme just a little bit
I-I-I-I’ll

Gimme just a little bit
Gimme just a little bit
I-I-I-it
Little bit of love

Kissed and crisped and gone through it again
Fold to your hand and bend with the sin of your whim
In the wind and it’s killing me

I move my body like you’re watching
Liquid down my throat like it’s the weekend
I-I-I-I’ll be-e-e your i-i-i-it girl
I-I-I-I’ll be-e-e your i-i-i-it girl

Gimme just a little
Gimme just a little
Little bit of love

Gimme just a little
Gimme just a little
Little bit of love

Gimme just a little
Gimme just a little
Little bit of love

Gimme just a little
Gimme just a little
Little bit of love

Gimme just a little bit
Gimme just a little bit
Gimme just a little bit
I-I-I-I’ll

Gimme just a little bit
Gimme just a little bit
I-I-I-it
Little bit of love

Gimme just a little bit
Gimme just a little bit
Gimme just a little bit
I-I-I-I’ll

Gimme just a little bit
Gimme just a little bit
I-I-I-it
Little bit of love

I’d make a tonic sweat
When you mix it up with mine
I’ll be your it girl if you let me
If you lick me just right
Give me a little of your heart baby
Maybe we’ll intertwine
Cough up blood, I’m in love
Don’t you dare fall behind

Gimme just a little
Gimme just a little
Little bit of love

Gimme just a little
Gimme just a little
Little bit of love

Gimme just a little
Gimme just a little
Little bit of love

Gimme just a little
Gimme just a little
Little bit of love

Gimme just a little bit
Gimme just a little bit
Gimme just a little bit
I-I-I-I’ll

Gimme just a little bit
Gimme just a little bit
I-I-I-it
Little bit of love

Gimme just a little bit
Gimme just a little bit
Gimme just a little bit
I-I-I-I’ll

Gimme just a little bit
Gimme just a little bit
I-I-I-it
Little bit of love

LYRICS TO “CAR CRASH”

Written by Maxwell Michael Steger, Peter Cho, Rachel Rosa Colonna
Published by MAXWELL M STEGER PUBLISHING/BMI, EFFORTMUSIC/ASCAP, RACHEL ROSA COLONNA PUBLISHING/BMI
Produced, Engineered, Mixed, and Mastered by Pete Cho
Studio: Effort Labs (Chicago, IL & Hollywood, CA)

Crashed into your car
Next time maybe be hit on me
Don’t want regular
I don’t want a wannabe
Don’t slide to my DM’s
Play with me per diem
Forearms just to kill me cigarette-cologne and plain white tees

Whore myself out for your attention
Physicality unintentional
I just wanted you to mention,
That you wanna see me like I do

Misread the text, no comprehension
How you make me feel is unconventional
Cross the void to my dimension
Get tangled up can’t tell me from you

From you
Get tangled up can’t tell me from you
From you
Get tangled up can’t tell me from you

Fuck your handlebar
I can sit on top of you
I’m your TV star
Watch me move like pay per view
I hate boys in Teslas
Don’t wanna impress ya
Burn my skin with kisses, tattooed stitches, gin and olive juice

Foam at the mouth for your intention
Emotionally unavailable
Addicted to the taste of tension
Bend myself backwards to give you a view

Misheard the words you said through your grin
Your narcissisms conversational
Spin every line you lie like a web
Get tangled up can’t escape from you

From you
Get tangled up can’t tell me from you
From you
Get tangled up can’t tell me from you
From you
Get tangled up can’t tell me from you

LYRICS TO “DRUNK”

Written by Peter Cho, Rachel Rosa Colonna
Published by EFFORTMUSIC/ASCAP, RACHEL ROSA COLONNA PUBLISHING/BMI
Produced, Engineered  by Pete Cho
Mixed, Mastered by Dino Zisis
Studio: Effort Labs (Chicago, IL & Hollywood, CA)

Punch me with those cayenne lips
Salt the rim, salt, salt the rim
Kiss me with those diamonds
Kiss, kiss
Kiss, kiss

Dream of me on the rocks
Sweet, salty, pucker up, pucker up

You make me more drunk than the liquor
You make me feel druh, uh, uh, uh
You make me more drunk than the liquor
You make me feel druh, uh, uh, uh, uh, uh, uh, unk

Spiked so hard I have the spins
You’re my liquid poison
Pour me sweetness to the brim
Kiss, kiss
Kiss, kiss

Dream of me on the rocks
Sweet, salty, pucker up, pucker up
Pour me something tall and spicy please

Condensation drips down, skin salty
Lick em up, lick em up

You make me more drunk than the liquor
You make me feel druh, uh, uh, uh
You make me more drunk than the liquor
You make me feel druh, uh, uh, uh, uh, uh, uh, unk

God damn

You make me more drunk than the liquor
You make me feel druh, uh, uh, uh
You make me more drunk than the liquor
you make me feel druh, uh, uh, uh

LYRICS TO “LAZER TITS”

Written by Peter Cho, Rachel Rosa Colonna
Published by EFFORTMUSIC/ASCAP, RACHEL ROSA COLONNA PUBLISHING/BMI
Produced, Engineered, Mixed, and Mastered by Pete Cho
Studio: Effort Labs (Chicago, IL & Hollywood, CA)

Shooting lasers out my tits
While I go and take a shit
Might fuck around and throw a fit
Might fuck around and throw a fit!

Try’na be John Malkovich
For a fifteen minute stint
Out of body, out of mind
Saying bye, bye, bye!

It’s a nice time for a mai tai
I’m your night time, when I’m out of my mind, mind
Let’s go thigh high in the night sky
Close your eyes, say goodbye to the nice guy

I might eat stir fry when I wanna die
Boys make me so bored out of my mind (fuck you!)
If you get too close it’s a good bye
No tears in my eyes but I cry like a Gemini

I might show you my titties in the Traders Joes parking lot
No need a shop, don’t eat a lot, I know a spot
How many licks does it take til’ my tootsie pops?

I don’t like, I don’t fucking know bro

It’s a nice time for a mai tai
I’m your night time, when I’m out of my mind, mind
Let’s go thigh high in the night sky
Close your eyes, say goodbye to the nice guy

I might eat stir fry when I wanna die
Boys make me so bored out of my mind (fuck you!)
If you get too close it’s a good bye
No tears in my eyes but I cry like a Gemini

I’m existential, I’m out of my body
I might be sad but fuck I’m still a hottie
Don’t get too close if you want to survive
Contents inside is classified

I might eat stir fry when I wanna die (fuck you!)
Boys make me so bored out of my mind (fuck!)
If you get too close it’s a good bye (fuck moo!)
No tears in my eyes but I cry like a Gemini

I’m existential, I’m out of my body
I might be sad but fuck I’m still a hottie
Don’t get too close if you want to survive
Contents inside is classified

LYRICS TO “UH HUH”

Written by Peter Cho, Rachel Rosa Colonna
Published by EFFORTMUSIC/ASCAP, RACHEL ROSA COLONNA PUBLISHING/BMI
Produced, Engineered, Mixed, and Mastered by Pete Cho
Studio: Effort Labs (Chicago, IL & Hollywood, CA)

Won’t you give me one kiss on the tip of my lips if you’re leaving like that
Criss cross my heart, stop in my sight
With with flick of your wrist and the taste of your spit I’m mesmerized
But sequin skies drip from my eyes

Don’t call me
Don’t call me
Don’t call me
I’m not ready
Don’t call me
Don’t call me back

Sweet, sweet baby
Sweet, sweet baby
Sweet, sweet irresistible

Sweet, sweet baby
Sweet, sweet baby
Sweet, sweet irresistible

Took your breath for a trip, and a tree for a rip, turn my lungs to black
It’s midnight in my, it’s midnight in my mind
My good senses thrown to the wind
Upset my stomachs sufferin’
A sticky substance mastermind

Don’t call me
Don’t call me
Don’t call me
I’m not ready
Don’t call me
Don’t call me back

Sweet, sweet baby
Sweet, sweet baby
Sweet, sweet irresistible

Sweet, sweet baby
Sweet, sweet baby
Sweet, sweet irresistible

On and on
And I wanna say, uh huh
But I can’t, no I can’t
But I can’t, no I can’t
But I can’t, no I can’t

Sweet, sweet baby
Sweet, sweet baby
Sweet, sweet irresistible

Emotionally
Unavailable
And I don’t understand why I bruise

Sweet, sweet baby
Sweet, sweet baby
Sweet, sweet irresistible

Sweet, sweet baby
Sweet, sweet baby
Sweet, sweet irresistible

On and on
And I wanna say, uh huh
But I can’t, no I can’t
But I can’t, no I can’t
But I can’t, no I can’t

Sweet, sweet baby
Sweet, sweet baby
Sweet, sweet irresistible

LYRICS TO “DRIP”

Written by Matthew Frank Richert, Peter Cho, Rachel Rosa Colonna
Published by ENJOY IT MUSIC/ASCAP, EFFORTMUSIC/ASCAP, RACHEL ROSA COLONNA PUBLISHING/BMI
Produced, Engineered, Mixed, and Mastered by Pete Cho
Studio: Effort Labs (Chicago, IL & Hollywood, CA)

Concrete basement
You’re complacent
I cant hear a fucking thing

Foot step sticky
Call me tricky
Call me anything but sweet

I wear a smiley on my mask cuz my lips don’t do it
And I wanna act up cuz I’ve fucking been through it
We all wanna be the one to start the revolution
We don’t wanna be the one that runs

Drip on my
Drip, oh my god
Tip of my
Slip of my
Tip of my tongue
Zip on my
Lick on my
Shit, oh my god
Grip on my, trip all night
Numb, hit and run back to life

Brain misplacement
Dumb adjacent
Darkness covers my terrain

Love defacement
Night retracement
I go crazy, I’m insane

I wear latex on my ass
And my boots have been through it
I laugh when you act tough
Cuz there’s no truth to it

We all wanna have fun inside our own pollution
We don’t wanna be the loaded gun

Drip on my
Drip, oh my god
Tip of my
Slip of my
Tip of my tongue
Zip on my
Lick on my
Shit, oh my god
Grip on my, trip all night
Numb, hit and run back to life

Yeah, oh my god
On my tongue
Yeah, oh my god
Numb, hit and run back to life

LYRICS TO “GREY POUPON”

Written by Peter Cho, Rachel Rosa Colonna
Published by EFFORTMUSIC/ASCAP, RACHEL ROSA COLONNA PUBLISHING/BMI
Produced, Engineered, Mixed, and Mastered by Pete Cho
Studio: Effort Labs (Chicago, IL & Hollywood, CA)

I put an egg in the washing machine
I wanted it to be clean
Before I threw it at your face
I woke up on the bathroom floor
The night left wanting more
Food out my body without a trace

Get up and rally
In the alley
I got something you might like
Up and rally
In the alley
I got something you might like

Tongue too hot
Like you drink Grey Poupon
I don’t even care
If you’ve got a fucking dress on

I hate you
But I’ll fuck
Tomorrow’s not my issue
I love you
Or I want to
Pretend like I still need you

Spread me on some sour dough bread
Hold the mayo do mustard instead
Wrap me in some paper to eat
Wash me down with unsweet ice tea

As I get older I turn a cold shoulder
To all of my big responsibilities
I sneak out of my own house
Short skirt when it’s cold out
I might even use my old fake ID

Get up and rally
In the alley
I got something you might like
Up and rally
In the alley
I got something you might like

Tongue too hot
Like you drink Grey Poupon
I don’t even care
If you’ve got a fucking dress on

I hate you
But I’ll fuck
Tomorrow’s not my issue
I love you
Or I want to
Pretend like I still need you

Spread me on some sour dough bread
Hold the mayo do mustard instead
Wrap me in some paper to eat
Wash me down with unsweet ice tea

LYRICS TO “WANT TO”

Written by Peter Cho, Rachel Rosa Colonna
Published by EFFORTMUSIC/ASCAP, RACHEL ROSA COLONNA PUBLISHING/BMI
Produced, Engineered, Mixed, and Mastered by Pete Cho
Studio: Effort Labs (Chicago, IL & Hollywood, CA)

When I stay out til seven
I’m in heaven with my cutie crew
Chipped red on my nail bed
Call it substance abuse

I’m angry like eleven
And my heads in such a fucking mood
Fishnet got me upset when I ripped right through

Eight in a five seater
Someone call the ass eater
Clown car, Earth star
I’m everything you need bitch

Scream if you wanna scream
If you want to
I’ve got nothing left to lose
And by nothing, I mean you

Laugh if you wanna pass
If you want to
I’ve blood on my gums
And the trigger says shoot

I bust through all the leather at my leisure
That’s what booties do
Angel taught me how to do the grapefruit

I sprinkle in the pepper
Side step her, like a cowboy boot
Sweat down my spine like its en route

Eight in a five seater
Someone call the ass eater
Clown car, Earth star
I’m everything you need bitch

Scream if you wanna scream
If you want to
I’ve got nothing left to lose
And by nothing, I mean you

Laugh if you wanna pass
If you want to
I’ve blood on my gums
And the trigger says shoot