Turn it up.

Turn it up. Don’t tame me. Combat boots on marble floors Lip gloss sharp like open wars Mascara running, let it smear I don’t need your little cheer Click-click flash, break the frame Say my name, I’m not the same Too loud, too wild, too untamed Light the match, watch the flame Talk cheap, I bite back Gold chain, all black Heartbeat like a hijack Strike once — no slack We don’t act nice, we act gnarly Bad little glitch in your party Static in the system, sorry We don’t say “please,” we say “hardly” Crash that beat, go feral Sweet but lethal, caramel Don’t fit in your carousel Break the mold, parallel No halo, just horns and glitter Trend breaker, flame spitter Red light? I don’t consider Cross that line, get bigger Noise in my bloodstream pumping Whole crowd jumping, thumping If you scared, keep running We don’t do soft, we’re stunning ¿Y qué pensabas? ¿Que iba a callar? Yo no nací para obedecer ni para agradar Si quieres guerra, la voy a dar Mi voz retumba, te va a tumbar No soy muñeca pa’ decorar Soy dinamita lista pa’ estallar Si me provocas, voy a arrasar Mírame bien — no me vas a controlar We don’t act nice, we act gnarly Chaos cute but mentally armed-y Zero filter, anti-barbie Pretty but psycho-smart-y Static baby, spark it up Break the glass, don’t fix the cut Too much? Good. That’s enough. We don’t behave — we erupt.