perfection Lyrics

No one's telling you, you're not that perfect

No one's telling you, you have to be perfect

Perfection is a mental barrier, keeping you back from progressing further

Looking through twenty-five glass panels

Seeing me through every different angle

Accepting me for what is there, accepting me for what I have left

Don't hold yourself to a final form, you're forever evolving

You're always gonna be more, and more

In the moment you tend to do the most

You want life in movies, always driving through the coast

New Jersey palm trees always dropping in the winter

Leaving you 'cause in the cold season I turn bitter

Leaving you 'cause in the cold season I turn bitter

New jersey palm trees are dropping at feet's

Perfection's depleting from all of the streets

What's left of us if it isn't a dream

What's left of us if we aren't a machine

Kids with two guns on their way walking home

No one knows what's worse, is the streets or their home

But let me sit here and apply some more lip gloss

let me sit here until all of the world stops

If only we had more designers in the streets

Money milked humans, sharing a little more of their feast

Wanna run away, I wanna run away

See me sitting pretty feeling perfect in these streets

Feeling good enough for perfect to come and fuck me

I limit insecurity, by blurring the inside of me

By smoking on designer weed

By smoking out of anything, with anyone

At anywhere, at anytime on any day

No matter what, don't give a fuck

I've had my run, I want a buzz

I want enough, I want some more

It's going up, I'm going up

Then I sober up, take a morning run

Then I dose again and hit the floor again

Then the morning come, as soon as I see the sun

Take a morning drive, yea

I mask all my feelings this way

Fuck my time I've had enough, I've seen it all

But so so little, but so so little

But so so little, but so so little (so so little)

But so so little, but so so little, so so little

"*clapping*

Yo, are you fucking kidding me. Yo! Yo! No."

I'm going back to me, fuck being perfect

I'm goin' back to me fuck being (aye)

I'm going back to me, I'm growing my own weed

I remembering to breathe, shit I even learned to tree pose, pose, pose

Even learned to pose

Old enough for nude photos

Take time to see me as art, see my body painting art

See my soul and good ass art

Getting visions of me going far, far, far, far,