[Intro]

“I just like you...because, well‚ in my eyes…”

[Chorus]

You’re perfect!

All that soul searching you’ve done? All those thoughts in your head spun? They was worth it

You’re up flying with the birds‚ I’m just digging in the dirt with my dirt kit

There’s a lot of things I’ve learned about these things we call words‚ and words split

Yeah, words split

[Verse 1]

I don’t know what perfect means

It’s a word...kind of obscene

People think the perfect ones up on the big screen

People think, people think‚ people think, people weak

People perfect, people quickscoping been on fleek

Who’s got a rhyme word? What’s the time nerd? Four thirteen

Done with that. I’m not a dog dude‚ I love cat

That’s a wrap. Keep being perfect, be right back

One more time

[Chorus]

You’re perfect!

All that soul searching you’ve done? All those thoughts in your head spun? They was worth it

You’re up flying with the birds, I’m just digging in the dirt with my dirt kit

There’s a lot of things I've learned about these things we call words, and words split

Yeah hun, words split

[Verse 2]

I might break the rhyme scheme, I might sing out of meter

I might run out of people to feature

Well, there’s me, me, me, me, me, me, me, and my friends

I love them all and I don’t always show it but we staying until the end

And perfect is as perfect does, but perfect isn’t following a trend

Perfect is true to yourself with a pinch of self control, bang

Perfect is loyalty to yourself like you in a ONE-MEMBER LOYALTY GANG

I’m done talking, done rapping, I’m a singer, dirt’s a word I just sang

And it’s noooo thang. Hit you with the chorus mang

[Chorus]

You’re perfect!

All that soul searching you done? All those thoughts in your head spun? They was worth it

You’re up flying with the birds, I’m just digging in the dirt with my dirt kit

There’s a lot of things I've learned about these things we call words, and words split

Yeah hun, words split

[Bridge]

Perfect is awful, perfect is a myth, perfect don’t exist

Perfect is awful, perfect a myth, perfect do not exist

Perfect is awful, perfect a myth, perfect do not exist

Sorry...it’s true though, hold up

[Verse 3]

Perfect is as perfect does and perfect is the perfect crime

It’s a crime trying to be perfect, it’s such a perfect waste of time

Perfect leads these perfect kids to cut their formerly stainless wrists

Because this idea of perfect ain’t perfect, matter of fact, it’s poisonous

There’s no standard to live up to, there’s no glory at the top

There’s nothing wrong with doing you, indeed, doing you’s all you’ve got

So if you forfeit, forcefully lie, and try to morph it

You’ll end up like another tree inside another forest

And if that tree falls, the other trees don’t hear that fall at all

They’ll just keep going about and growing without any regard

Don’t conform, that’s warm. And that’s the reeaaaaaaalll…?!!

[Outro]

Uh, that’s it. That’s just, that's the real perfect, just, um, being yourself, so