Julia the Wicked

My neck clean like porcelain, disproportionate ornaments on my chain
Inordinate, hoarding all the blame
Same old shit now fuck 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