This is a song about "That would be perfect"

Now move a little bit to the left

And we may not be perfect

Fuck that slut, what would be the payoff

I put these poems all in these songs

Bitch niggas be afraid to speakwe the last ones left

Yes that means that i just called her perfect

Young peyton don't huddle, still run my play

That some kind hope would be walking your way

Sometimes you go stores and buy everything that you see

We used to be societies that would innovate technology,

I never said that my words would ever be kind

Never bad-handing nothing, therefore i grind

Hold your applause until the ceremony end

The facts that are surging is down on ms. perfect

Lately i been stressing so i need you like i’m crazy

But i know that for a girl like me that would never be