This is a song about "Perfect dreams"

Until you came i was perfect

Thought we’d be together ’till the end

Get grand slam fans out of they seats

Thinkin of the the dreams

When the relay starts i’m a runaway slave

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

Little more weed, first class seats

In aberdeen chasing dreams

Dutty wine for access, show me your neck

Don't say anything if your sleeping.....ok perfect

Then push the milk on a slow bend

Either ways it's perfect

Fuck you bunch is here, never disrespect my family

Girl, you're perfect, but you're not perfect for me.

So if i do call it's just a check

And we may not be perfect