Juliann Wilding

Have you ever done coke off a book?
It ain’t the bible but it’ll have to do
This happened in Wilding’s large art room
Where young men and women stayed sparse at night
Bumping tech house, technical drinks
Juliann lives it big, I think
There are millions of people that act when they’re kids
I’m sure they end up exactly like this
I’m not bohemian like you
Not if I was the last one on earth
She digs, she digs, I’d dig her back
I’d bribe the bride with thick kickbacks
She lives just past Rice Howard Way
I know some assholes that teach me that crime pays
But they all have one thing in common
Fashionable miss, they need the queen bitch
Ms. Wilding, Mr. Weapon
Repartee on every other day
I know about dames and the games they play
Just remember what we used to say
Your friends and enemies both dislike me
If the rumors were true, I’d hate me too
But I’m cold on the wire, I’ve never been in Wire
I was watching The Wire when we first met
Like disposable cells, I was focused as hell
Mega Man 4 is still my favorite one
I pushed my will on 2/21
Somewhere around jager 19
Then I turned 20 and turned my wheel
To feel myself steal Achilles good heel
And I didn’t want to weird her out, no doubt
So I felt myself write something mildly committal
Where I styled around with esoteric terms
To articulate the profundity in our words
Contemporaries, got it locked so strange
Called her Little Man, atomic bomb codenames
Ms. Wilding, Mr. Weapon
Repartee on every other day
I know about dames and the games they play
Just remember what we used to say
Deep down, you find me foolish
Youthful ideals, how does it feel?
My old guard fears your face
Based on the space of our embrace, give chase
In the race for respect from a female elder
I hold heat like a welder or Prometheus in you
At times, yeah, the men are tools
I accept being used, your core is cool
Not cruel, you’re good on the cover
I don’t read books, I can’t be your lover
And I’m not stupid, I don’t lie on paper or between it
Juliann dreams like a behemoth
She likes the boys in the bands
Says that he’s her all-time favorite
But I’m less Rick and more Richard D
Please don’t start dissing me, no
Ms. Wilding, Mr. Weapon
Repartee on every other day
I know about dames and the games they play
Just remember what we used to say