The BLACK QUEEN (feat. Aria Alexander) - Casey Sabol

Boom-boom, boom-boom-boom, boom-boom-boom, boom-boom-boom Standing in a corner holding all the drunks tonight Watching all my friends having the time of their lives I feel like getting high, kissing a stranger Been a long time since I've been carried away, carried away I feel like Sally in eighth grade, she crashed the disco Someone like that just brings out the best of me, the best of me When I go home I'm dancing with myself like everyone's watching I'm standing in the spotlight, Madison Garden when it's just me I'm a dancing queen On my own I'm gonna spin myself around in the kitchen I'm feeling like the world don't know what it's missing when it's just me I'm a dancing queen Throw another drink back, I'll find a new identity On nights like this, I just wanna fall in and let the music carry me I feel like getting high, kissing a stranger Been a long time since I've been carried away, carried away I feel like Sally in eighth grade, she crashed the disco Someone like that just brings out the best of me, the best of me When I go home I'm dancing with myself like everyone's watching I'm standing in the spotlight, Madison Garden when it's just me I'm a dancing queen On my own I'm gonna spin myself around in the kitchen I'm feeling like the world don't know what it's missing when it's just me I'm a dancing queen I'm dancing with myself I'm dancing with myself I'm dancing with myself like everyone's watching, watching me When I go home I'm gonna spin myself around in the kitchen I'm feeling like the world don't know what it's missing when it's just me I'm a fuckin' queen On my own I'm gonna spin myself around in the kitchen I'm feeling like the world don't know what it's missing when it's just me I'm a dancing queen I'm dancing with myself I'm dancing with myself I'm dancing with myself like everyone's watching, watching me

I'm black with a capital BLACK Tell these brand-new bitches need to watch their backs 'Cause I don't play games when it come to my money Yeah, I be telling jokes, but ain't a damn thing funny Nickname Fagatron, are you ready to gagatron? Pussy got you walking funny, it's a weapon Make my sure hair is on before I carry on And got the game locked tighter than the pentagon Play the song from Broadway to Cahuenga If I'm on the track it's guaranteed to be a banger Talking fag shit, dyke shit, trans shit, fight shit Music for my people and you ain't gotta like shit, bitch Play the song from Broadway to Cahuenga If I'm on the track, it's guaranteed to be a banger Talking fag shit, dyke shit, trans shit, fight shit Music for my people and you ain't gotta like shit Ease on down to the ground, drop it low Wind your waist, feel the bass in your soul Black and proud everywhere that we go Say it loud, let them haters know My roots run deep, hair grows to the sky (grows to the sky) Gravity we defy Ass clapback like a counterattack Feels so good to be black 'Cause I'm a real black bitch I'm on the attack, bitch Ain't no lazy motherfuckers 'cause we pickin' up the slack, bitch Get your black ass to the front of the class If Rosa Parks could see you now, she'd be beatin' that ass We workin' twice as hard, taking half the pay Multiply by two if you black and gay Keep up, because I know it's hard to understand But multiply by ten if you black and trans Because this Mary is a Mac, and I'm sick of wearing black Keep dodging silver bullets, 'cause they coming for my back Bah, bah, black sheep thicker than a snicker Said I'd never get a BBL, I think I'll reconsider Play this song from Broadway to Cahuenga If I'm on the track, it's guaranteed to be a banger Talking fag shit, dyke shit, trans shit, fight shit Music for my people and you ain't gotta like shit, bitch Play this song from Broadway to Cahuenga If I'm on the track, it's guaranteed to be a banger Talking fag shit, dyke shit, trans shit, fight shit Music for my people and you ain't gotta like shit Yeah Black as fuck, no I won't never deny it You bitches missing the flavor, and I'll forever supply it I'm talking Lawry seasoning in my mac and cheese I got Jamaican niggas serving you rice and peas (yeah, yeah) Whether it's afropuffs or it's a curly occasion He want a country little nigga He know it's juicy and cajun And it'll turn to gymnastics soon as I hop on the dick Give him the back handspring and then I lickety split Back-back-back to the subject at hand We wasn't part of the plan That's why my niggas want reparations, so how is you paying? I don't need February to tell me I'm necessary 'Cause soon I'm gone pop, no Britney Spears or no Katy Perry See, they overanalyzing and they over-criticizing The way that they tantalizing is honestly not surprising 'Cause me and my people got generations demolished by triggers Hand on my holster, 'cause my blackness is power, my niggas (My niggas, my niggas) Ease on down to the ground, drop it low Wind your waist, feel the bass in your soul Black and proud everywhere that we go Say it loud, let them haters know My roots run deep, hair grows to the sky (feels so good to be) Gravity we defy (feels so good to be) Ass clapback like a counterattack (feels so good to be) Feels so good to be black

Lured away from everything in love that burns so easily Shy away from pleasure for the fear of the pain I feel your secret scream next to me I need to see you open up for me I need to get you inside of me I need to see you open up for me I need to get you in Even from your shadow there's an urgency intoxicate Dripping from your lips is a malevolous kiss I feel your secret scream next to me I need to see you open up for me I need to get you inside of me I need to see you open up for me Ooh, I need to get you in I need to get you inside of me I need to see you open up for me I need to get you in I need to see you open up for me I need to get you inside of me I need to see you open up for me Ooh, I need to get you in

My fingers broke holding the rope that tied me to the past I choked on every simple syllable I'd stitched into my teeth Since the bones reset I guess I think about you less Unless I'm drinking or upset But honestly that doesn't happen frequently I'm not even sure why I'm still calling you up When I know that your phone's been disconnected for months I guess it's hard to break a habit that reminds you of love I just needed you to know that I don't miss you at all And needlework would never hurt, I embellished all that I was worth With words so passionately birthed by lovers losing hope But in the end I hated all the metaphors we made Every sickly sentiment that I had sewn into my skin I'm learning to remove your every suture, every wound is proof That even love is ruthless But I survived no thanks to you But in the end I hated all the metaphors we made Every sickly sentiment that I had sewn into my skin I'm learning to remove your every suture, every wound is proof That even love is ruthless But I survived no thanks to you