Lyrics Perfect People - RaneRaps

Feeling like Goldilocks tryna get my life just right
Tried to do the corporate but no necktie
Choke in cubicles, eat my cuticles
Now tell me what you would do
When you bored from a ramen diet
God please Häagen-Dazs me
Premium paycheck
Can't even afford safe sex
No getting what you doing late texts
So no, no I'm not sinning much
And my parents, no they not grinning much
Prayers send em up
Blessings ended up in the outbox
Can I get enough?
I need a break
They raise stakes
My degree obsolete soon as I got it
University ain't focused on the teaching
University is schooling for the profit
I'm just one in a billion they try to put on the brochure
My pigment push they agenda
They won't protect me from lenders
That's the thing that makes us want sell drugs and makes the ends meet with endo
We don't even have chances worth blowing like games of nintendo
If you feel me can I get a 10-4?
Know i'm preaching for my kinfolk
Graduating just to end up where we started
Mmm... that ain't no end goal
But look at me complaining
'Cause my life ain't too sweet
Put some poke on my prayers
God, pika choose me

I don't know no perfect people
But all my homies is lit
Tryna do the right thing
Get this money legit
I don't know no perfect people
But all my homies is lit
God keep blessing us with doors open
Valet the whip

My homie tending to his Tinder
While he posting up his long-time girl on Instagram
Bro-code means I'm Stevie Wonder
But my moral compass wanna snitch on fam
Try to put myself in his shoes
But I'm tied up with my own problems
String along baggage from the past
They don't wanna hear it like I'm writing for the wrong column
Gotta let my ego win the foot race
Gotta stop being a hypocrite
Holding others to a higher standard just so I can stick around and get the benefits
Between good and bad playing dodgeball
2 sides of me about to pop off
My faults only make me human but the good word is calling me an odd ball
Can I be the people's champ, Paul Wall?
Am too imperfect for all y'all?
Fall short like when tryna dunk on the ball court
But I got good defense if you point fingers at my artwork
Man this hard work
Sensitive sensitive
It's always intention that I'm out to be the best
Bird early got my worm tryna see the steps
Train like rocky
Got my Scotty Hotty
Coal stepping stones where I need a bridge
Can't balance what I need and what I get
Short-handed leaping over pits
Long-legged devil
Tryna grab me by the ankle
Get me tripping up in all my emo fits
I'm depressed now like the chemo missed

I don't know no perfect people
But all my homies is lit
Tryna do the right thing
Get this money legit
I don't know no perfect people
But all my homies is lit
God keep blessing us with doors open
Valet the whip