Bright White Trims

by Charlee Remitz

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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 and songwriter, widely praised for her lyrics, which stretch the pop norm.

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Track Name: King's Cup
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
Track Name: Fillin' in for a Goddess
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
Track Name: Cake Eater
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
Track Name: Bmw
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
Track Name: Bitches & Ladders
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
Track Name: Stucco Houses
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
Track Name: Juicebox Season
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
Track Name: Routines
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