Artistname* - nobody's-perfect/04* Lyrics

Roll a man
Blunt tasty do it again
And we got the goods in his ottoman
And a good kid turned a heart of sin

Dad was locked
Brother crazy
Mama screaming while I a wrote a paper

Mortifying
How to change me
Olives dropped and I didn't hate it

What a shocker I got lazy
All my exes got me to hate me
I was pouring up while ib debating
Pat died on hot pavement!

Step to me he's tryna take the piss!
Fold him like a lawn chair for stepping with his partners he's gonna hit a mosh for this clip
I can ring plenty girls who would do anything for a star bitch die for this dick
Pops in the mix but a pot turned a rock to a dish I impossible not possible new things

New posse they think hardly and pop oxy
Moss me I spit suavely and pop ollie's
Pausing I stop talking 'cause y'all salty
Menopausal drop hits often!

Aye I'm the type of person that's gon' overdose on novocaine
November snow that never came and there's two different trains
Of thought that never speak the same
One expects the unexpected other patternizes pain
So look No wonder why I wear a raincoat when I know it's never got never gonna rain
I get money nowadays and you never can
Overnight went studio to function now I'm out of place

Trust what you wanting to do She told me that she ain't gotta thing left to lose (lose) No walls in the room
Transparency the way I see her right through the ruse

Eyes unnerving but she get under my nerves and on my skin
Heart of trash bags and old tins no emotions
Potion of the love "love me" was all she said
The memories unwinding but still playing back in the

Back in the back of my head
My headspace lost can't remember what you said shit Memories on memories uninterested
In past tense times that done passed without testing
Heart drop to my intestines doubt
She done told me all lies what was that about?
My amnesia came back different route
Living life without the memories that I can't live without

Mussels and shrimp
The new beginnings of a pair of certifiable pimps
Pyrotechnic type of vibe I fire fiery clips
Pirated beats and vocals that inspire the kids

Upon arrival our attire exits
A product that will probably net a lot of green checks
Until the juice from our oranges dry and regress
I guess karma a bitch so I lye in regret

If I keep
Banking for this life I know the highs will match the lows
But I never felt alive until I rapped like all these poems
Got the heart to get through all these lives shows
Me and David shooting stars across this tangled road go!