Perfect lyrics - Cam Meekins

I wanted to make a song about the words that I spit

I got a good heart but don't worry I'm just venting

See the things that I believe is just chilling in them trees

The leaves hit the ground taking in that cool breeze

Where I'm from, the winters is as cold as your attitude

If you stopped and had some gratefulness and gratitude

You'd calm down, I turn the sound down

I drive around town bumping to I get around poetry

Quotes, spoken is the words in my notes

Notation is the music that the sound vibrates so beautifully

The imperfections is what's cool to me

Sure your skin is oily, but baby girl you're cute to me

If everybody had enough time for this shit

You know, sitting outside, taking something in

Maybe we would be more comfortable with how we treat each other

But what the hell do I know man I'm just a rapper

And I'm trying make a song to feed my own self

Everybody got agendas when they mean well

They say that money is the root of all evil in the game

But every week I wait for checks, I'm more happy when they came

We rode around, round, round

Through the town, town, town

She love the way I put it down and

She ask me can I stay around and

But I don't know, know, know

Cause she don't really know my soul

I'll never let her get inside it

So baby can we just get high yes

This one for the real people that fucked with me since day one

They know who they are so I don't need to say done

She rolled up on that blunt, need trees for that front

Come through to the crib, take whatever ya'll want

This right here is a lifestyle, I'm just starting to feel that

Been on my, shit for, a few years, since way back

Now you wanna see me, see me like it's TV

I'm just tryna be me, make it look so easy

Man I don't know what I'm supposed to do

What be a dick or be nice to you

This rapping shit is retarded

I think I'm the only artist

I'm painting pictures with words

Smoking high as the birds

Might move to Hawaii to get away from these herbs (I will)

Man I'm tired of all this talking

Bout this and that, and such and such

Give you a hug and say what up

But that's it, I don't give a fuck

I'm cold man get a coat, tryna float get a boat

She acting like she know

But no one really knows we should make it work is

Why's it always gotta hurt and

I think I do this shit on purpose

Make us both feel so worthless

But it's all good for the night and

You don't really know my life and

You just see me on the surface

And baby that's so perfect, yeah

We rode around, round, round

Through the town, town, town

She love the way I put it down and

She ask me can I stay around and

But I don't know, know, know

Cause she don't really know my soul

I'll never let her get inside it

So baby can we just get high yes