Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song I Ain't Perfect, artist - Fred The Godson.
Date of issue: 10.03.2014
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
I Ain't Perfect |
Now we barely talk, Mark Wahlberg and Ted |
Things that were said, apologies ain’t come with it |
I’m next to being DMC gotta Run with it |
You love Fred, you hated God |
Told you sky’s the limit I might become a star |
I’m what hip hop needs |
Plus I’m in too deep, it’s the same book that Nas and Jay read |
Okay leave, that’s what I told you |
Now you text messaging I wish I could hold you |
But I want the old you, mama I ain’t new to this |
I’m tryna be Ludacris, what you saying is ludicrous |
I tried to bring her |
But if your dream get shot |
Ask Jesse Jackson, you’ll start pointing fingers |
Sorry we couldn’t make it together |
I had to leave, I ain’t wanna hate you forever, ah |
Ugly nights, of getting no sleep |
Feel like the worlds falling down on me |
Getting sick of tired of running these streets |
How is it supposed to be? |
Gotta know I ain’t perfect, no |
Gotta know I ain’t perfect, yeah |
(Yeah, yeah, yeah… yeah, yeah, yeah…) |
This girl said I’m slick with my tongue from a (?) |
She wished that I could lick her a little, sangria |
You got furious, I mean she probably want you too |
You know these straight broke bitches is bi-curious |
I’m just saying |
I know you old fashioned, I’m just playing |
Now hold your horses, of course it’s the jealousy |
They know my flow stellar |
So they stop me and they ask for a picture |
Now what you telling me? |
'Cause I’m your man |
And I’m hot in these streets, ignore the fan? |
I get love, I show love |
Now I get bitches that’s in Vogue |
So like En Vogue Hold On to your love |
I tried to bring her |
But if your dream get shot |
Ask Jesse Jackson, you’ll start pointing fingers |
Sorry we couldn’t make it together |
I had to leave, I ain’t wanna hate you forever |
Ugly nights, of getting no sleep |
Feel like the worlds falling down on me |
Getting sick of tired of running these streets |
How is it supposed to be? |
Gotta know I ain’t perfect, no |
Gotta know I ain’t perfect, yeah |
(Yeah, yeah, yeah… yeah, yeah, yeah…) |
Gotta know I ain’t perfect, no |
Gotta know I ain’t perfect, no |
Gotta know I ain’t perfect, no |
Ugly nights, of getting no sleep |
Feel like the worlds falling down on me |
Getting sick of tired of running these streets |
How is it supposed to be? |