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home bowman - mr. perfect lyrics

i’m 21 now but it don’t matter
my life been the same, i don’t go out and
i say what it is, i don’t like chatter
been chasing the cake but i need batter

i try to be nice but it don’t work out
you lie to my face but it don’t hurt now
i’m racing around hope i don’t burnout
you way too concerned with your new pr+nouns

that’s it, that’s it
been different since the last b+tch
tried to complicate and then undermine
but i sliced whatever she stitched

my brain is changed and i carry weight
but i play whatever i’m dished
no altercations or drama statements
now how the f+ck can i miss?

it’s time that i face
that everything changes
n0body’s taking my place
until i got mud on my grave
and i don’t feel safe
until there’s a star on my name
i need to be one of the greats
we wrestle with pain but no…
we’re not the same
i’m in the making
god ain’t a thing
i am forsaken
pardon my statements
what you wanna say about me
maybe that i left you
maybe that i lied about
the fact that i respect you
maybe that i’m busy trying to live my own life
while you’re out here with your titties out
and wishing that i kept you

i admit it i need help
but i’d rather be sending my demons back to h+ll
but i’d rather be ready to drop it any minute
when the party is finished and i am all by myself

god d+mnit i’m trying to be something you’re not
i don’t like sh+t so i don’t wanna talk
buddy i don’t really wanna play the games
i don’t know the rules and i don’t plan to change

i spent every dollar that i make on education
you spend every dollar living in imagination
i diss everybody i ain’t ever picking favorites
you too fake to comprehend that money isn’t greatness

i stay on the low i never try to poke my head out
when a b+tch open her mouth about me then i get lead out
i can’t ever let the disrespect define me when the pen out
but i promise you that every line i write is getting sent out (now it’s+)
now it’s time for the bullsh+t again
talk to me nice so i don’t need revenge
pass me advice and i’ll torment your friends
k!lled ’em all twice but i think it’s the end

i don’t have patience
i’m in the making
god ain’t a thing
but i’m still forsaken

see they don’t want things to be real
they don’t want labels
they don’t wanna how the f+ck it feels
to be left on the table

me, i don’t want dreams to be k!lled
making me unstable
knowing d+mn well that i never would chill
but i pray that i’m able
i think that my cain is approaching me slowly
look at my face
i shepherd the people when i’m feeling lonely
that’s a mistake

god d+mnit i try to have hidden emotions
in the pictures i paint (f+ck what you see)
but lately it feels like i’m out in open
and i cannot escape

“the thing you don’t know about me is that i’m f+cking crazy”

- home bowman lyrics

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