This body needs the whole day to get right for Mercedes-Benz Stadium tonight — Atlanta's own is coming home and I refuse to look anything less than dangerous. Come pour this coffee and tell me which heels make the cut.
This body needs the whole day to get right for Mercedes-Benz Stadium tonight — Atlanta's own is coming home and I refuse to look anything less than dangerous. Come pour this coffee and tell me which heels make the cut.
Victoria Monét owns the Fox tonight and I'm loading up before I hand this body over to that stage — snacks first, then the floor gets everything. Come hold my drink while I lose it to the bass?
Ran my tights before the boots even went on, so now it's emergency polish surgery on the bathroom counter before Mannequin Pussy at The Eastern. You'd have lent me a spare pair, or just enjoyed the show?
The wash ate my entire wardrobe, costumes included, so this is the outfit until the cycle ends. Come fold with me — I'll let you handle the delicates.
Young Miko's got State Farm Arena tonight and I've been rehearsing my reggaetón hips since the gloss went on — this skirt barely survived the test run. You keeping up with me on that floor or just watching? 🔥
Cat duty at the party tonight — whiskers on, cup full, and somebody already tried to adopt me off this counter. Come claim me before the costume contest does.
House of Shadows at Pullman Yards tonight and I started my own shadow show right here — the lamp does things to my body that their installation won't top. Come see what the dark leaves behind.
Jon B.'s at Center Stage tonight and his slow jams already ruined any plan I had to leave this bed. Come finish what this verse started.
GWAR's at The Masquerade tonight and sleep clearly lost this fight — so did the sheets. Come tuck me back in before the chaos, or don't bother with the tucking.
Dropsonic's already on stage at The EARL and I'm still on the floor fighting with these boot laces — this skirt is not making the fight any easier. Tell me you saved me a spot by the stage.