This is a song about "Past perfect tense langue arts"

Might as well get it off yo’ chest

Either ways it's perfect

Yeah months in every night she's in tears

The man he was, awed at his past tense/

Is growin' tense, see the world through tints and black lenses,

And when we on the road, bitches follow the tour bus

Used to catch us on the roof or behind the stairs

You're already done, i'm writing this in past tense

Hold my tears i tried my best

Until you came i was perfect

Really they were perfect

Ever since my daddy left

Soldiers fighting for this country, and you act like it isn't tense

Thank god for what i did with blocking against this shaky defense

Perfect picture frame'd/* perfect pitch of frames/*

I like my friends imaginary with no names