Juliana Testo

I left my wallet in El Segundo
Right next to the bible inside of the dresser drawer
Alongside of my morals, yeah
I left ‘em all
Wasn’t a dollar short, but she was way taller
Leggings still on the floor
Fishnet, velvet decor
Red lights blink at the walls
The walls, I did explore
Exploit the bitch The bitch likes to be called
She bites like a piranha
The marks left from the claws
My back is trademarked
How she displays heart
The whiskey sweat beads on plastic made parts
You leave the sunlight, like where the shade starts
Never makes love, only makes art
Juliana

Juliana, Juliana
Juliana from Louisiana
Gotta get a grip, baby, gotta get a handle
Juliana
Juliana, Juliana
Juliana from Louisiana
Gotta get a grip, baby, gotta get a handle
Juliana
Juliana, Juliana
Juliana from Louisiana Gotta get a grip, baby, gotta get a handle
Juliana

Flew her down to Atlanta
Drove her to Alabama
But we never left the bar, kids
I was tellin’ big fibs, lying my way to Bakersfield
Sipping my fuckin’ cocktails
[?] with the painted nails
She [?]
I was enchanted too

She’s somebody’s side hoe
V-neck tees, I’ll make her my hoe

She got
Explicit
Go on, butter the baby’s biscuit

Juliana, Juliana
Juliana from Louisiana
Gotta get a grip, baby, gotta get a handle
Juliana
Juliana, Juliana
Juliana from Louisiana
Gotta get a grip, baby, gotta get a handle
Juliana
Juliana, Juliana
Juliana from Louisiana
Gotta get a grip, baby, gotta get a handle
Juliana


I’m just a nail getting’ hammered
Juliana