Текст песни Chance To Be Perfect - Jay NF

I know that he hit you I don't condone the violence
I know you got a new boo can we speak in private
And you been holding on way too long break the silence
Wonder why you stay so gone like you live with pirates (yea)
And you can be my pilot when I want some Fiji (Fiji)
You can be my violet right now you want the green yea (green yea)
We both need some guidance we cheated
All I hear is violins when you breathing

You know that I'm gonna search for you
I'll put in work for you
I'll prolly put in words for you
All you ever wanted was a chance to be perfect
But you ain' come to practice so I ask do you deserve it
Ran from all your problems baby was it worth it
Lot up on my plate but I can't eat 'cause I'm allergic
Niggas doing all this taking no reimbursements
But the bread don't taste better when it ain't coming from churches

I just wanna get the bread with you
(Bread with you yea)
I just wanna get the bread with you
(I just wanna get the bread)
All you ever wanted was a chance to be perfect
But you ain't come to practice so I ask do you deserve it

There was this girl she really my bestfriend and
She really been through a lot
She better thank god she ain' go through me though

I'm not saying I'm a hickey but I'm on your neck
And im passin the plate like I gotta collect
If I'm hurting your stomach then play me in chess
I got arms and knees just to keep you in check
I got 99 problems don't know how to solve them
I'm searching the globe and it take me to Harlem
I want a ring so I call em
Wasn't a answer, pick up my phone and
I call 'em again and again and again

There ain't no answer
Heard Iverson was a cancer
He never flew to LA
Not even Atlanta, that nigga still got a banner
Bruce in the bando fried
Look how time flies
Getting mad is his confidence
He aim for the head, what zombie isn't, that's they mission

I'm so glad you spared my life, man I could've died
Jumped in 8 feet ain't know how to swim
Too late to decide
I'm a leader watch how I fall in line
Hang on to the lights in the sky

You better watch 'cause we call all of the
Families and the friendlies at the grammies
The Bentleys
All these construction workers where
Handy Mandy can't be
Walking on water servers are nervous ain't landing
And when I get off the ground I never plan on landing

It's far down the road I'm a keep going
Never stop but I'm tired got mixed emotions