Bright White Trims

by Charlee Remitz

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1.
King's Cup 03:11
He calls to me I go It’s peaceful how we flow I tumble with the border Cross every bridge alone We dance between the lines I seek but I don’t find There’s chaos in the order I’m a part of every lie You’re playin’ games like them kids playin’ King’s Cup Them empty hands Well they just can’t seem to get enough There’s beauty in the bullshit But yours is just explosive I’m one slip from raising hell Two slips from a padded cell Like a sideshow in your circus Collecting coins from a wishing well Always jumping on my case I got a villain you got a chase Always speaking with a purpose I wish you would just save face I find dreams but I don’t find cover I wish I wish for me I could be more like my brother But he’s lost in the bliss That pulls him under Lost in the bliss That pulls him under You’re playin’ games like them kids playin’ king’s cup Them empty hands Well they just can’t seem to get enough There’s beauty in the bullshit But yours is just explosive You’re playin’ games like them kids playin’ king’s cup Them empty hands Well they just can’t seem to get enough There’s beauty in the bullshit But yours is just explosive I played with fire I crossed hell’s gates But I’m not On the same level of your games You’re throwin’ daggers To fill the space I got I got a taste for the sweetest of things And now you’re fighting with my glory Fightin’ with the pace I’m living on the edge of whatever I create You’re playin’ games like them kids playin’ king’s cup Them empty hands Well they just can’t seem to get enough There’s beauty in the bullshit But yours is just explosive You’re playin’ games like them kids playin’ king’s cup Them empty hands Well they just can’t seem to get enough There’s beauty in the bullshit But yours is just explosive
2.
Sinister Sweet want me doin' his flips he's all baby please just one kiss see I know what gets him yeah I know them tricks ay He's got a passcode like a 1 2 3 Every dude got that image on their mind some glitter on the lids and breath that's got a bight say I ain't a vision in a neon pink but I got somethin' she's probably givin' out for free You could wear a bow tie I could wear a gold dress I could be your side bitch You could be my heart's fix I could watch the sunset And you could watch me undress I ain't fillin' in for your motherfuckin' goddess No Yeah Hittin' me up on the road ay And I'm drivin' to the home base And the goddess in my lane Yeah the goddess in the way I can't fill them shoes babe She got them sandals with them bright white wings I wear them Vans with the bright white trims It's not a fight to see which bitch will be when you got eyes for only only just one seed I'll holla at you when I got no respect ay for the ladies and the rest a their shade yeah We all sippin' them cocktails babe revolution and beauty and finesse we're queens You could wear a bow tie I could wear a gold dress I could be your side bitch You could be my heart's fix I could watch the sunset And you could watch me undress I ain't fillin' in for your mothafuckin' goddess No Yeah Hittin' me up on the road ay And I'm drivin' to the home base And the goddess in my lane Yeah the goddess in the way I can't fill them shoes babe No Yeah Hittin' me up on the road ay And I'm drivin' to the home base And the goddess in my lane Yeah the goddess in the way I can't fill them shoes babe I can't fill them shoes baby I can't fill them shoes babe I can't fill them shoes baby I got the I got the goddess in my lane I got the I got the goddess in the way yeah I got the I got the goddess in my lane I got the I can't fill them shoes babe No Yeah Hittin' me up on the road ay And I'm drivin' to the home base And the goddess in my lane Yeah the goddess in the way I can't fill them shoes babe No Yeah Hittin' me up on the road ay And I'm drivin' to the home base And the goddess in my lane Yeah the goddess in the way I can't fill them shoes babe I got the I got the goddess in my lane I got the I got the goddess in the way yeah I got the and the goddess in my lane Yeah the goddess in the way I can't fill them shoes babe
3.
Cake Eater 03:39
Daddy taught you man he taught ya good isn't steppin' one foot out your neighborhood Got your polos popped swag from the archives of a frat Got them word banks you reference when them kids talk back He grew an inch ay let's all bow down doesn't need no stool to reach his truck tires now He's a real charmer when he's not on crack I'm talkin' when his ego isn't strokin' his back But don't you see he put his money where his mouth is picked up the mess with them wristbands and a fountain of youth gold time everything you could dream he's got it all got the crew necks got the Legacy He's a cake eater cake eater cut him a piece Legacy He's a cake eater cake eater cut him a piece You think you're driven cause the family's got game You're just fueled from the shit that's already been made Instead a mixin' like a baker and constructing your space you'll just dip into the batter pretending to bake Your mother loves you you could do no wrong even when you're sinkin' teeth into anything that walks Everybody's got a title and a clique these days You're a brat by a margin and your crew's gettin' lame But don't you see he put his money where his mouth is picked up the mess with them wristbands and a fountain of youth gold time everything you could dream he's got it all got the crew necks got the Legacy He's a cake eater cake eater cut him a piece Legacy He's a cake eater cake eater cut him a piece Remember when his boys knocked him on his ass turned him around and told him never come back Never come back never come back to the trap no We served him cake on a shiny silver plate he knew it well yeah he knew that taste Giving up's got a flavor it's a little like shame yeah Legacy He's a cake eater cake eater cut him a piece Legacy He's a cake eater cake eater cut him a piece
4.
Bmw 03:36
I've been replaced by some busy body in the lobby she ain't a whore cause you say she got some hobbies yeah you say she got some chores Zip your face into your coat everybody knows you is hollow and cold like them unpacked bowls You bought a mansion with a roundabout filled the garage with some shiny toys that got three ways out Milwaukee condo with a view of the clouds and the coverage and the write-off too But I'm inked cause I'm rebelling you You make assumptions so I'll make some too You replaced me with them BMWs replaced me with a BMW Ooo Ooo Ooo You replaced me with them BMWs replaced me with a BMW And now I'm kickin' fallen crabapples around your yard cause I wouldn't dare come inside it's way too dark I'll wait for my brother in the car where I'm safe from your ever present judgment of my heart And now I'm scratchin' the Xs and Os from the watch that you tried to engrave with a false sense of hope that I'd see the light of day go to college play some golf meet a boy fall in love get engaged But I'm inked cause I'm rebelling you You make assumptions so I'll make some too You replaced me with them BMWs replaced me with a BMW Ooo Ooo Ooo You replaced me with them BMWs replaced me with a BMW Ooo Ooo Ooo You replaced me with them BMWs replaced me with a BMW I'm sorry I couldn't brave it I tried my hardest to fake it My dreams became so basic all cause you couldn't face it (Face it, face it, face it) They all wanted to change you I only wanted to save you But I'm inked cause I'm rebelling you You make assumptions so I'll make some too You replaced me with them BMWs replaced me with a BMW Ooo Ooo Ooo You replaced me with them BMWs replaced me with a BMW Ooo Ooo Ooo You replaced me with them BMWs replaced me with a BMW
5.
Now I’m not tryna name names but there some shady bitches ‘round this place Nah I’m not tryna name names but they know all about that Kool-aid They’ll beg at the throne for it They love it they adore it When the packet’s hot baby them kids go crazy Don’t worry ‘bout me Let’s just worry ‘bout you cause at the end a the day you’re still eatin’ that fruit Bitches and ladders, baby Bitches, bitches Bitches and ladders, baby Bitches, bitches Bitches and ladders, baby Bitches, bitches, bitches, bitches She cold but she knows her place Fortress sits where she plants her stakes She got tricks but you know she’s fake Princess peach climbed that tree and now she tastes like sugar Shit’s steep but she’ll find a way A fist in gold and a fist in flames Her setup’s dope it’s all Gucci made Bitches and ladders, baby Bitches, bitches It’s all about that blind side They hit you where they know you’ll cry They’re not about them good guys They’re just sweet on them diamonds and shine They’ll beg at the throne for it They love it they adore it When the serum has a pension they take it like a lesson Don’t worry ‘bout me Let’s just worry ‘bout you You’re lookin’ flexible like the card payin’ for your fruit She cold but she knows her place Fortress sits where she plants her stakes She got tricks but you know she’s fake Princess peach climbed that tree and now she tastes like sugar Shit’s steep but she’ll find a way A fist in gold and a fist in flames Her setup’s dope it’s all Gucci made Bitches and ladders, baby Bitches, bitches Bitches and ladders, baby Bitches, bitches Bitches and ladders, baby Bitches, bitches Bitches and ladders, baby Bitches, bitches Bitches and ladders, baby Bitches, bitches, bitches, bitches She cold but she knows her place Fortress sits where she plants her stakes She got tricks but you know she’s fake Princess peach climbed that tree and now she tastes like sugar Shit’s steep but she’ll find a way A fist in gold and a fist in flames Her setup’s dope it’s all Gucci made Bitches and ladders, baby Bitches, bitches Bitches and ladders, baby Bitches, bitches
6.
We drive to stucco houses in Honda Civics We get in fights in yards with Frisbees and broken fences Hunchin’ over a stranger’s bowl until you finish Then eat some goldfish while I eat the vodka Swedish We out here We shootin’ them Os like darts And baby girl’s blowin’ Os then snappin’ them to hearts I’m holdin’ myself up with the mailbox Cause we all thought we’d try to walk our champagne drunk off This one’s busted but we ain’t goin’ home So pass the licorice and pass the Fireball Shoot me an address and I’ll give you a pole It’s been a minute since I been this far gone But he stained her dress Only one cup left And he screwed up our celeb shot We all talk with lisps And our driver’s pissed cause she’s not the one who’s piss drunk Kids pour into the night and residential streets The only light from the moon and our phone screens One bitch teary cause she ain’t real when she’s liquor free One bitch at home cause her boyfriend’s a control freak We out here We shootin’ them Os like darts And baby girl’s blowin’ Os then snappin’ them to hearts I’m holdin’ myself up with the mailbox Cause we all thought we’d try to walk our champagne drunk off This one’s busted but we ain’t goin’ home So pass the licorice and pass the Fireball Shoot me an address and I’ll give you a pole It’s been a minute since I been this far gone But he stained her dress Only one cup left And he screwed up our celeb shot We all talk with lisps And our driver’s pissed cause she’s not the one who’s piss drunk And our friend’s in the drunk tank The bitch is heated No one’s blowin’ zeros I guess she’s there ‘til morning We be downtown flippin’ off cat-callers In a stucco house we rally ‘til the lights go out ‘Til the lights go out ‘Til the ‘til the lights go out ‘Til the lights go out We rally ‘til the lights go out And our friend’s in the drunk tank The bitch is heated In a stucco house we rally ‘til the lights go out But he stained her dress Only one cup left And he screwed up our celeb shot We all talk with lisps And our driver’s pissed cause she’s not the one who’s piss drunk This one’s busted but we ain’t goin’ home So pass the licorice and pass the Fireball Shoot me an address and I’ll give you a pole It’s been a minute since I been this far gone
7.
Every morning I rise I have to blink life into my eyes I wake and shove a cap on it The floor is cold as shit Life is all pillows and spit p- p- pillows and spit I drown my sorrows by eating out with my friends I spend too much then get drunk on all the weekends Drinkin’ bitch beer in snow banks Crying over the old days Remembering this green iPod I always had in my hands I was like the coolest damn kid back then Cause I tamed lions by stealing their crowns Bitches bowed down in every room in the house Juice box season was my throne I thought I’d never step down But kingdoms fall when royal families burn out Every minute I’ve thought about the future I have wasted Hate the mountains want the palm trees Some new treats God I just wish I was pleased wish wish wish I was pleased Makin’ friends with the demons I’d forgotten My cool’s gone and my life’s pretty expensive Eatin’ sushi in prison Missin’ how I was livin’ Remembering this green iPod I always had in my hands I was like the coolest damn kid back then Cause I tamed lions by stealing their crowns Bitches bowed down in every room in the house Juice box season was my throne I thought I’d never step down But kingdoms fall when royal families burn out Drinkin’ bitch beer in snow banks Crying over the old days Eatin’ sushi in prison Missin’ how I was livin’ Drinkin’ bitch beer in snow banks Crying over the old days Eatin’ sushi in prison Missin’ how I was livin’ Cause I tamed lions by stealing their crowns Bitches bowed down in every room in the house Juice box season was my throne I thought I’d never step down But kingdoms fall when royal families burn out
8.
Routines 02:38
Changing seasons Still stuck in limbo It’s harder than I thought Tryna find my way home I drum the same beat With every footfall And faking routines Driving with my eyes closed I got a pattern but the pattern needs a fix I been drummin’ this line too long I like the system but the system is flawed And I can’t see the right from the wrong We got the same crowds hittin’ the same things We got the same rules and bend ‘em the same ways I let this cold wind blow in my face too long But the routines live on You say the same shit How ‘bout some silence You’re gettin’ so damn loud Words are gettin’ violent We drink the same juice And chase the same guys We shed the same tears Toss ‘n turning all night I got a pattern but the pattern needs a fix I been drummin’ this line too long I like the system but the system is flawed And I can’t see the right from the wrong We got the same crowds hittin’ the same things We got the same rules and bend ‘em the same ways I let this cold wind blow in my face too long But the routines live on We’re all rock ‘n roll baby We’re trippin’ out on the same things We’re tuggin’, pullin’, grippin’, hanging Onto the same dreams All nightlong We’re all rock ‘n roll baby We’re trippin’ out on the same things We’re tuggin’, pullin’, grippin’, hanging Onto the same dreams All nightlong We got the same crowds hittin’ the same things We got the same rules and bend ‘em the same ways I let this cold wind blow in my face too long But the routines live on We got the same crowds hittin’ the same things We got the same rules and bend ‘em the same ways I let this cold wind blow in my face too long But the routines live on

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released June 30, 2015

Mike Gonsolin - Producer - Trend Def Studios
Jerry Carisch - Sponsor
Heather Remitz - Emotional Support

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Charlee Remitz Los Angeles, California

Charlee Remitz is a Los Angeles based dream pop singer, songwriter, producer, and mixer widely praised for her lyrics, which stretch the pop norm.

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