I don't know what's her name And she said This is a perfect world Riding on an incline I'm staring in your face You'll photograph mine And I've been walking, talking
Översättning: Talking Heads. Perfect World.
your time being a critic Because I'm critically acclaimed muthaf-cker Around the World, I'm 1 of 1 There will never be another me I'm a perfectionist striving for perfection
perfect Pretty, pretty please, if you ever, ever feel Like you're nothing, you are perfect to me You are perfect to me You're perfect, you're perfect
past and all the many things we talked about think about all the people influenced by what comes out our mouth [Chorus] [Verse 2] I am not the perfect person me dont spit the perfect
, fuckin' perfect Pretty pretty please if you ever ever feel Like you're nothing you're fuckin' perfect, to me You're perfect You're perfect Pretty, pretty
(Your so mean) When you talk (When you talk) about yourself, you were wrong Change the voices (Change the voices) in your head(In the head) Make them
in this position Feel blessed to make the whole World listen And just glisten without even trying Even when I die, I wont stay dead And its straight off the head
Baby, girl, I think we need to Sit and talk, talk, talk Playing with my money Paper, scissors, rock, rock, rock Blowing up my heart Just stick a pin
lovin' in your oven not a head to check The last I heard from you when you were screaming, "Resurrect" Knock the world right off its feet and straight onto its head
I'm chillin at the flat, lookin at the wall Wondering can I come off of it, I'm off a bit on the mic I be talkin shit But some say my talk don't make
we see alot of them But i traded it all did i make a difference et al? I met a woman; she was wonderful Everything perfect, we both had the world But
came walking My heart stopped said what is this just As soon as you started talking Something happened deep within me All of a sudden I got this feeling When a chill came from feet to head
I'm chillin at the flat, lookin at the wall Wondering can I come off of it, I'm off a bit On the mic I be talkin shit But some say my talk don't make
a little ounces Talking out loud, but I ain't low Wait for the day that Bubba can't blow And get them fo?sho, bitch can?t blow S.V. style, you know what I?m talking
Talk About Is Real Nigga) Off of White Gurl, All I kno is White Dawg, (What I got) I live in a White World. White Cutlass, White Lamb, White Truck
remarkable, the sheath that holds the arguably truest tempered sword in the western world I'm ahead of my time and I'm heading your way a word of warning the world
let's pretend it's Vegas I know what you up to, your skirt's outrageous But I'm so fucked up that I forgot what your name is We can jump in my drop-head
