Picture Perfect

i wanted a life as picture perfect

with no rough edges, textures, or even a filter

it was an honor and a pleasure

to see the beauty and nature

and no mistakes to detect

 

Said when i do dirt wit her

I paint the perfect picture

Everything was picture perfect till you moved the frame

I am marvin with mind, but i listen to wayne

Hold my tears i tried my best

Really they were perfect

That's why i never claimed i was the best

So insecure, no one's perfect

Spit it gershwin, picture perfect, this shit is purely art,

I step up in the spot, they get to working hard

Life has put her to the test

And we may not be perfect

Dont judge me till your perfect

Woo-hah, got you all in check

Either ways it's perfect

Plus 11-99 in his muthafuckin' chest

 

flowers, suit and tie, wanna wonder why

books, comedic bullshit, all and all i've been through it

manners, polite attitude, and no dessert

being picture perfect takes a lot of work

 

i wanted my life to be picture perfect

but when i saw that life, i felt disconnected

i felt disrespected and didn't want that shit

i have just about enough, that's done, that's it

from that very moment, realized, the mistakes are my prize

winning them every day of my fucking life it multiplies

but it's special, amazing, incredible, and needed in life

i wanted to be picture perfect, but it's okay to have filters

 

Of stopping it, or mopping up his mistakes

I rose up from the slums, made it out the flames

I’ve made my mistakes already

Let me rideuntil i get free

Particularly, these bitches that's inner ugly and outer pretty

I wallow in my mistakes i don't regret but exert me

Im quiet but dont make no mistakes, fuck with me, ill stick you with this blade.

Hey lil momma, what's your name, i'm wale but they call me great

Rise up from mistakes as you come to.

And for this moment no i won't ditch you

You made mistakes tryna hit the brakes

Geechi on her, came back: a million chains

As i open fire on you with no misfire or mistakes

Okay you have em in amazement; switching four lanes

But whenever there's pain, that feeling forever remains

I wanna be like drizzy drake don't make any mistakes

 

watching american housewife, wanna hit the tv with the knife

balancing books on my head, heading straight to bed

counting, multiplying, adding, all the math shit, too much to contain and too much for my brain

see? the perfect life ain't what is advertised to be, believe me

 

i wanted my life to be picture perfect

but when i saw that life, i felt disconnected

i felt disrespected and didn't want that shit

i have just about enough, that's done, that's it

from that very moment, realized, the mistakes are my prize

winning them every day of my fucking life it multiplies

but it's special, amazing, incredible, and needed in life

i wanted to be picture perfect, but it's okay to have filters

 

When they hate, i never give a whole fuck, or half shit

Modern day slave shit / mistakes but there's no way to erase it

Uh, i'm tryna learn something new

Mad some mistakes by voting u

I wallow in my mistakes i don't regret but exert me

Grandma called, see me on the billboards around the city

I just want somebody i can see

I’ve made my mistakes already

Well we all make mistakes

It’s something that’s in your veins

You made mistakes tryna hit the brakes

I slumped, in my chair and my grades

But if i can help it i wont let you make the mistakes,

Bitch, i ball, ho, you lame, look at my laneys, switchin’ lanes

Superfly, opposite of basic

Patching their mistakes like slick rick

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

Now i don’t know if you was trying to check

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

Straight geechi on her, came back with eighty chains

The game ain't pretty but i'm reppin' for my city

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

Every nigga can't dunk, some white man can jump

Stuck on the elevator, perfect moment

So if i do call it's just a check

Cause they fear me in physical form

Perfect storm (a perfect storm)

Always make shit perfect

And i ain't never left

And non-nigga friends got it with him

Is making the perfect potion

For the occasion, paper planes

Fill the clip and drill 'em and then screw 'em, shit's a missile,

Your body perfect official

Both: this the perfect plan

She ain't got a man

Your new man got my respect

Black nigga with intellect

Bout time i got my respect

I said practice makes perfect

And buy the way, just because you twitter name is superman,

Seem to be in perfect unison

Luck on my brim supreme keeps me warm

 

don't want it with riches, rags to riches is bullshit

can't and won't be a perfect, gotta get that respect, ain't no such thing as perfect, take a reality check

 

i wanted my life to be picture perfect

but when i saw that life, i felt disconnected

i felt disrespected and didn't want that shit

i have just about enough, that's done, that's it

from that very moment, realized, the mistakes are my prize

winning them every day of my fucking life it multiplies

but it's special, amazing, incredible, and needed in life

i wanted to be picture perfect, but it's okay to have filters

 

i wanted to be picture perfect

but now i know it ain't worth it

i ain't in it for the money and the riches

anyone who believes, strives, or is perfect is considered and always be bullshit