CMB KayBandz, SmuttyBoyZlo - Perfect

Bandz
Hey, sitting here like you deserve it, man
You ain't even worth it
It's cool, we could've been perfect
Hey, we could've been perfect
Looking in the mirror like do you really deserve it
Looking at the scars on my back like is it really worth it
Damn, hey, is it really worth it
I can't even tell you how I'm feeling, write
My pain in cursive, she want me to put her in my raps
I don't put names in verses
Hey, what? I don't put names in verses
Hey, hey, what
We could've been perfect
Looking in the mirror like damn, do you really deserve it
Looking at the scars on my back like is it really worth it
Hey, is it really worth it
I can't even tell you how I'm feeling, write
My pain and cursive, she want me to put her in her raps
I don't put names in verses
She just trying to suck me out my pockets, tell her it's not working
Damn, hey, here we go again
She thought I was perfect till she fucked around and showed her friends
Got a vid with shorty on the left and she ain't use no hands
Thought she was a fan, nobody told me that y'all was friends
She looked me dead up in my face and told me that we done again
Bitch, like my name ain't Bandz
I would never put you over cash, so why you take a stance
Tried to give you love, ain't got a heart but you can take my hand
This other bitch, she with another bitch, peep, that he ain't the man
Hey, they try telling me I need love
I kicked them both out and I handed them a weed nug
Go ahead and plant a member where the seed dug
And if a root grow, my heart gon pop up where the tree does
Listen, hey, you cannot get it, you cannot have it
And my blunt, you cannot match it
This is not written, off the dome and I am not capping
It feel like it's Christmas, they hit em up and they just gon' wrap em
Hey, and I am not rapping
Hey, hold on, you gon' step bout action
I don't even care who got a Glock, it's about who up it faster
Why that nigga preaching to the choir, sliding with the pastor
Hey, like do it even matter
Give her ass that nug, and see how long it last her
Tried to give another bitch my heart it ended in disaster
Now that bitch it got a deadbeat, it's something like a bastard
Hey, hold on, she thinks she fooling me
I ain't got a heart, why she acting like this news to me
I'm trying to count some blues and this bitch gon' bring the clues to me
She was never mine, so tell me why she thinks she losing me
Hey, look, we gotta get it right
I been feeling off, like my brody came and hit the lights
Dipping in these bitches, like I'm mixing Faygo with the Sprite
Wanna get the riches, but I wanna tell you something slight
Hey, look, we could've been perfect
Man up in the mirror and I'm asking, are you really certain
Hey, hold on, like how do you deserve it
Hey, fuck, feel like a different person
I can't even tell you how I'm feeling, write, my pain in cursive
She just wanna fuck and she wanna get that bag in Birkin
Scars up on my back, but my heart is not even hurting
Thinking to myself, like damn, is it really working
Hey, hold on, let me slow it down
Thought that I was perfect, till she seen, I had the hoes around
Exotic in my bag, brody know I got the bowls around
You can't have my heart, why you thinking that you hold me down
Seen the tears dropping, in the silence, still don't make a sound
Had some happy times, now I'm peeping that we falling down
Hey, bitch, and it is not written, say you a my heart, you cannot have it
You are not gifted, in my own zone, own realm, I got my spot rifted
Listen to my songs, and peep my verses, you do not listen
Running to the bag, why you mad, I am not tripping
Say you want my love, little bitch, and I do not feel it
Hey, look, you will not get it
Living on this Earth, This shit a curse, and we all sentenced
Damn, I just want repentance
Hey, look
Hey, look, we could have been perfect
Man up in the mirror, and I'm asking, are you really certain
Hey, damn, like how do you deserve it
Hey, fuck, feel like a different person
I can't even tell you how I'm feeling, write my pain, in cursive
Hop up in the whip, I'm off the shanti
You know I'ma swerve it
I wish I could tell you how I'm feeling, but I know it's worsens
How you say you love me, stab my heart, then ask me, is it hurting
Just want a bitch to hold it down, because all the pain I burden
So if you looking for a bag, my heart, you don't deserve it
Baby, should have vibed a little bit, we could have been perfect
Hey, what, but you are not perfect
Hey, what, and you do not deserve it
Hey, what, we could have been perfect
Hey

Written by:
Fraser Montgomery Smith, Kate Louise Smith, Tina Barret

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