Imperfections ft. Lobstertrapper, Blass 89 & GoldenLightPoetry Lyrics

I just hit ya phone

I know you prolly sleep

The text was only one word

You think my pride is weak

I just left the lab

It's around like three

But if you answer

Let me know if you around this week

Get some to eat

Even though I wake up kinda late

I get dressed, I make some plays

I pick you up at eight

We both busy

So its cool if you cant chill today

If it ain't no tracks to lay

I'm still making cake

Everybody got they way

I'm interested in yours

I wanna learn your imperfections

I could love your flaws

I'm tryna see where ya head at

Before I see them draws

Before i'm covering my face

Like i'm drawn by Kaws

I'm from the city

I done seen some bitches do em dirty

They even sayin it ain't cheating

If it's just flirting

Don't need be perfect

But I don't want it if its just working

Just like these verses

Put that time in ima make it worth it

You can't, you can't

Play a g

I dip and i dash

You know This game ain't free

You can't, you can't

Play a g

I dip and i dash

You know This game ain't free

That shit poking

I want to poke it back

No trust issues on my end

make sure you chose the facts

Keep it real

Keep it cool

How you feel?

Is this you?

My keen eye

Shows the truth

Don't play dumb

Known for trading fake ones

I chase them bills before I ever chase a bitch

Big boy shit, i ain't known for taking sips

If it hit, I want the whole thing

Place your lips on mine

Bitch, it's like cocaine

Lift off

Grab your ass

that shit soft

Want to hit bitch, don't piss on

Everything we working towards

I pour gold into the time I spend with mine

And when you hit my line

The early morning caresses

Peaks up at me through half open blinds

I just know that I'm on your mind

Three dots delivered

you right on time

Divine

One word tells me all I need to know

Similar wavelengths

Optimal reflections

Wrapped in a bow

A piece to say about the way you made time for me today

In between meetings and life

In your part of the city

The same streets that raised me

Were supposed to shelter me from men like you

Sidewalks I've made enemies with

We became real good friends too

Concrete that grow flowers

Bleed trauma alike

Rewritten by way of your verses

Old english digits in your reach

Hold me tight

Create bodily tessera's out of me

Learn my imperfections

That means studying past loving

The way I look on all fours

Loving my flaws

Embracing all that I am

The petals and my thorns

In ways that have not been carried out before

Niggas usually run in the opposite direction of

Golden track stars

Will you lay flowers down over water

For my candy apple painted toes

Cater to me, feed my soul

Allow me to hold your flaws

The same way I find pleasure

In holding your face in my palms