Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Perfect, artist - Cam Meekins. Album song PEACE, in the genre Иностранный рэп и хип-хоп
Date of issue: 23.09.2013
Age restrictions: 18+
Record label: Lamp City
Song language: English
Perfect |
I got a good heart but don’t worry I’m just venting |
See the things that I believe is just chilling in them trees |
The leaves hit the ground taking in that cool breeze |
Where I’m from, the winters is as cold as your attitude |
If you stopped and had some gratefulness and gratitude |
You’d calm down, I turn the sound down |
I drive around town bumping to I get around poetry |
Quotes, spoken is the words in my notes |
Notation is the music that the sound vibrates so beautifully |
The imperfections is what’s cool to me |
Sure your skin is oily, but baby girl you’re cute to me |
If everybody had enough time for this shit |
You know, sitting outside, taking something in |
Maybe we would be more comfortable with how we treat each other |
But what the hell do I know man I’m just a rapper |
And I’m trying make a song to feed my own self |
Everybody got agendas when they mean well |
They say that money is the root of all evil in the game |
But every week I wait for checks, I’m more happy when they came |
We rode around, round, round |
Through the town, town, town |
She love the way I put it down and |
She ask me can I stay around and |
But I don’t know, know, know |
Cause she don’t really know my soul |
I’ll never let her get inside it |
So baby can we just get high yes |
This one for the real people that fucked with me since day one |
They know who they are so I don’t need to say done |
She rolled up on that blunt, need trees for that front |
Come through to the crib, take whatever ya’ll want |
This right here is a lifestyle, I’m just starting to feel that |
Been on my, shit for, a few years, since way back |
Now you wanna see me, see me like it’s TV |
I’m just tryna be me, make it look so easy |
Man I don’t know what I’m supposed to do |
What be a dick or be nice to you |
This rapping shit is retarded |
I think I’m the only artist |
I’m painting pictures with words |
Smoking high as the birds |
Might move to Hawaii to get away from these herbs (I will) |
Man I’m tired of all this talking |
Bout this and that, and such and such |
Give you a hug and say what up |
But that’s it, I don’t give a fuck |
I’m cold man get a coat, tryna float get a boat |
She acting like she know |
But no one really knows we should make it work is |
Why’s it always gotta hurt and |
I think I do this shit on purpose |
Make us both feel so worthless |
But it’s all good for the night and |
You don’t really know my life and |
You just see me on the surface |
And baby that’s so perfect, yeah |
We rode around, round, round |
Through the town, town, town |
She love the way I put it down and |
She ask me can I stay around and |
But I don’t know, know, know |
Cause she don’t really know my soul |
I’ll never let her get inside it |
So baby can we just get high yes |