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i'll never die & deedee (ny) - never perfect كلمات أغنية

[verse 1: deedee & israel jones]
yeah yeah, yeah yeah
yeah yeah, yeah yeah (ind, n_gga)
yeah, huh
i try to show you how it ain’t no business minded (ah)
i’ve been trialing, be my error
on a time constraint, i’m the heir
i try to redirect and make it clearer
on the stuff that’s safer from the smoke shop
but what’s in it, tell me what they wrote not
like them flows, they rope them wife me [?]
’till i see what’s on your mind, is you really mine?
i fell in love with so many broken souls on this hopeless road
was a pessimist myself, i open toes
with the white gel, wanna fill the hole and i
can’t let you go, you was the one who closest truly how i spoke
and now i’m open hearted, open handed
open to the one who fill it
like let go, god go plan it then we fly
i’m saying, tell me now if you love me ’till the end of time
is you gon’ feel the same when you see inside my tethered mind?
i know we destined souls, but my heart can’t take it
make me petty habits kept up reinstated
‘case these lames is waiting, elevate the hating
this ain’t internet, computer love updated find my ios
i’m scribing sos before i’m suicidal
i know i am blessed but do you know how much i prepared for this test?
was reading biblical, or buddhist, hindu_like
and these my acts of service (and these my acts of service)
and we ain’t never perfect (huh, and we ain’t never perfect)
[verse 2: israel jones & sympal ]
yeah
always give them praise and worship
tryna find me in these tainted verses
life is hard, but your love made it worth it
standing on the corner, waiting in the morning
now it’s filled with torments, ain’t enough to make a man cry
said i’m fine when i ain’t fine
how i made mine without a grapevine
still grieving, still smoking
said i’m fine when i ain’t fine
down bad with a rat pack, carry real crack ‘cross state lines
riding dirty, momma wasn’t having that
i’d do anything to get my uncle back
i’d do anything to get my papa back
count a hundred racks and change my habitat
where the vatican? where the pastor at?
anything to get my spirit back on track
i’m seeing what i’m [?] i don’t want none of that
if i get past [?]
n_gga can’t tell me sh_t ’bout the streets
n_gga can’t tell me sh_t ’bout the stress
n_gga bad b_tch tryna undress with her
l_st had me in a choke hold
now i won’t fold, now i pinch cheddar
tryna move with the god body, is it allah or the anunaki?
and these my acts of service (huh, these my acts of service)
and i ain’t never perfect (and i ain’t never perfect)
[bridge: muddy stone, israel jones & sympal]
uh, uh (somebody come hold me down)
uh, uh (somebody come hold me)
me, down
me, down
me, down
down, me down
down, me down

[verse 3: sympal]
i been getting visions of my past
moving like a felon with the pad
you ain’t got to tell me you a rat
you ain’t got to tell you what the pack
i convene to picking up the strap
drinking out the bottle leave me sad
b_tch, i’m designated, do it fast
had to learn to pray before i
had to learn to pray before i crash
having with the conversations with the trees
while you got your nose up in the grass
tired of chasing perfect, it don’t last
acting out my service, got ’em mad
signify my circle with a flag
some my n_ggas found they purpose with a mag
i ain’t tryna judge, we should get it back though
flipping through these scriptures, thinking ’bout my sisters
i can’t wait until i’m back home
i can’t wait until i’m out of poverty
momma called and said she’d still be proud of me
and raised me on no scientology, so i can’t listen to your d_mn idolatry
i remember stealing from the dollar tree and coming home to mac and cheese and collard greens
pop my sh_t with no apology
and don’t you ever question my philosophy
breaking down a pound inside the living room, my unc at work
i think he gotta be
sh_t
and these my acts of service
and i ain’t never perfect
(nah nah, i ain’t never perfect
i ain’t never perfect)

- ill never die deedee ny

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