Perfect

Fall from the sky just to learn how to fly

Don't even gotta put me in the dirt when I die

I'm not perfect, I try

I'm tryna free my hands, grab the day by the throat

Gotta get a grip but I'm at the end of my rope

I'm not perfect, I know

I know

And if I had a spare moment

I'd probably loan it to somebody who needed to hold it

Life's indecisive, might slice you open

Or show compassion and throw you back into the ocean

I'm tryna keep my faith on the path

But the landscape's full of danger flags

You can change your name and still live in the past

Daddy was the face on a package of Zig-Zags

Fall from the sky just to learn how to fly

Don't even gotta put me in the dirt when I die

I'm not perfect, I try

I try

You might fade away, you might burst in flames

Ain't no reason you should even try to search my name

I'm not perfect, okay?

I'm a father and a son of a Southsider

Mouth full of hot dish, pop-lifer

And this little piggy squealed like a cop's tire

When I set the AUX on fire like it's a box of spiders

You the opposite of truth, you over-produced

You gotta grow more toes, you wanna fill these shoes

You gotta make love like there's nothin' to lose

You wanna wake up the world but there's a button for snooze

Fall from the sky just to learn how to fly

Don't even gotta put me in the dirt when I die

I'm not perfect, I try

I try, I try

We gotta work it out 'cause I ain't turning around

The same person that I was when the curtains were down

I'm not perfect, what now?

Huh, what now?

Some say that I pass, none say that I'm passive

White trash with a fraction of Blackness

My mathematics got Native blood too

But no matter where I stand, either way it's **** you

I've never been a victim of police harassment

And I knew what they seen when I turned job absent

Irish name, Scandinavian frame

I'm a Rubik's cube, I'm the American dream

Check it out

I'm a feminist, I'm also a misogynist

Spit like an arsonist, **** like an obelisk

And I promise if you ever hear me contradict myself

It's not a sign of the apocalypse

I've been an asshole before it was fashionable

And when it's out of style, I'll be the last to know

And if Illuminati listenin', I don't wanna plateau

Who I have to blow to play the halftime show, huh?

Fall from the sky just to learn how to fly

Don't even gotta put me in the dirt when I die

I'm not perfect, I try

Lord knows I try

On the day of death, may you deserve respect

Don't ever forget that it was worth your breath

I'm not perfect, not yet

Not yet

Not yet

I'm not perfect but I'm this, that and this