This is a song about "The perfect symphony"

Stuck on the elevator, perfect moment

Then they'll play with mario brothers when it was duck hunt

Nobody's perfect, fuck, i'm the living proof,

And i snap like bob backlund in the booth

That he felt when he dealt with the physiological phase

Y’all ain’t the praising saints with the perfect angel’s face,

Keep on following, i know the perfect place

Ever since grandma died, everyone parted ways

I just wanted to be at peace with you

One of the few, beyond any perfect view.

So the next time you feel like your world's about to end

The facts that are surging is down on ms. perfect

Goin’ for the grips every day ’til the grave

Y’all ain’t the praising saints with the perfect angel’s face,