JULIA THE WICKED

My neck clean like porcelain, disproportionate ornaments on my chain Inordinate, hoarding all the blame Same old shit now f*ck it ain't saying it's lazy But you don't phase me, can't face me now ain't that crazy, I'm shook Now take look at my jacket bandana print yeah that's paisley Been on my shit I'm amazing, while I'm praying for Haiti Been painting daisies, and waiting for somebody to save me Seven for seven, my next album looking like Brady Back to back classics, I'm fasting, but intermittently Bravery ain't bravado, I said it in El Dorado, now Ummm Maybe I'll pass on it, passionately declining Now fine we're on better terms, now observe me as I'm mincing my words Little absurd how I'm spitting without a focus I'm Honus about four million, tricky, but ain't it silly hon Zillion to my ears, I'll make a fucking trillion bitch Come at me get fucking dropped looking silly you bitch Was seventeen when I felt defeated I needed to see how much I could take But I'm back and it's no debate, maybe fate Not zero I'll stay the night in my, Blade Works Was sitting pretty like Early making them Sweatshirts Two for Five, don't you mention it in the summertime It's only steak with the capers, pour up the white wine Brought out the vintage Margiela, the joints with split toes Ain't nothing less than perfection spit manifesto's Shit I suppose that I made it can I explain When your art can tear you to pieces You don't remember what peace is More valuable than your pieces No need to sell out arenas Between us, we had something special The only thing that I care about now is bezels on watches I'll never buy Til the day I'd still never tell you how much I cried And I know that this shit is stupid and hiding just won't suffice But the price will never be right for my life, and that's on God though