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7L & Esoteric - Perfect Person lyrics
Verse 1: I got six pairs of Nikes by the front door I got six more by the TV so it’s war The only time I pick em up’s to put em on my feet And that’s the reason why my girl is trying to kill me in my sleep Every time I go to change the trash bag in the barrel It gets stuck because it’s overflowing with dirty apparel I don’t do laundry, I just buy new socks and undies I don’t give a fuck, I been this way since I was rocking Gumbis I love this girl to death but I’m startin' to wonder, “Does she love me back? Or does she really want me six feet under?” Cause she claims I don’t do anything around the house But play a game of cat and mouse with Foxy and Neo Yo they tearin’ up the couch I said I love em, she said if you really loved em You would change their kitty litter, not just feed them crap and bug em Please, back on up cause you’re in the way I’m trying to watch the game, girl. Is that okay? “My friends all say…” Your friends all say nothin' I’m tryin to hear today. Chorus: You don’t wanna kill me, you wanna mold me and build me Until I’m the perfect person for you but I think that’s silly (It’s true) You don’t wanna beat me, you wanna school me and teach me Until I’m the perfect person for you but you cannot reach me (Nope) Verse 2: Now this situation, livin' with a mental patient Posin' as my girlfriend got me lookin for some ventilation And I kick my feet up when I’m home, I turn the heat up, leave the seat up That leads up to me gettin hands beat up, she’s G’ed up I know she’s thinkin I ain’t worth a buck in change If I’m not sellin records on the wall in those cheap fuckin frames I can’t explain the pain I go through Karma’s like that so I told you You can go to family functions for brownie points and get nothin But mashed potatoes and stuffing That fun, uncomfortable hugging That goes hand in hand when man meets woman’s fam You understand? I do. I used to view her as this undomestic goddess Now the Food Network and Rachael Ray have taken her away I know you’re thinkin', “Dude, don’t complain.” I’m not complainin', I’m explainin' how she’s drainin' every brain muscle inside my cranium And yo maybe I’m nuts I never said she’s feminazi But she’s trying to turn her boyfriend into Emeril Lagasse And I can’t do that, I’mma plan to pack How I look comin home with a can of that? How’d I look comin home with a Santa hat? You know I buy you things, you can handle that (Right?) [Chorus] |
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