Lyrics Perfect - Sir Michael Rocks

Perfect

I think I’m perfect
Bitches perfect
I’m perfect
It’s all perfect
My food is perfect
My view is perfect
I’m perfect
And you are perfect
My purpose, perfect, working, lurking
First one to have a family plan all to himself
Mercy, don’t hurt me, thirsty, person
Birth stones, earth stones, six phones
You wrong
That’s on me, that’s my bad, that’s my bad
You the old dog grandma had
I’m the stone cold hammer-head
That’s on me
You be lying all in the streets
You be saying you don’t eat meat
But I saw your Mickey-D's
Trick or treat, with a knife
I’m as fast as Meta Knight
Peek a boo, my diamonds Pikachu
That’s my bad, that’s my bad
That’s my cousin Ricky, that’s my dad
We be in the Uber with the strap
And my power levels at a max
I think I’m perfect
Bitches perfect
I’m perfect
It’s all perfect
My food is perfect
My view is perfect
I’m perfect
And you are perfect