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J. Cole

Nobody's Perfect

 

Nobody's Perfect

(album: Cole World: The Sideline Story - 2011)


[J. Cole:]
This is for all the fans that waited, the bitch niggas that hated
Old hoes we dated, look mama, we made it
Your son out in Barbados, cheese eggs and potatoes
Smoking weed on the beach as my mind working like Plato
Analyzing the world, fantasizing about girls
I'm handing diamonds and pearls and vandalizing her curls
Sweating her weave out, moans as she breathes out
Fuck I'm doing in parties with Hova and Steve Stoute
I step over piranha, death over dishonor
They killing niggas for J's, that's death over designer
Hey Cole heating up like that left-over lasagna
Remember when I used to be stressed over D'wana
Now a nigga only text and get stressed over Rihannas
I'm talking tens and better, hood bitches in Timbs and sweaters
And we always argue about the same thing
Tell me why we gotta argue about the same thing, same thing?
Well

[Missy Elliott:]
Nobody's perfect, nobody's perfect ey, ey
But you're perfect for me
Nobody's perfect, nobody's perfect ey
But you're perfect for me

We rolling, we riding
He like to go inside and
I love to go all night and
We rock the boat, Poseidon
I love to call your name, name, name
Baby I love to call your name, name, name

[J. Cole:]
Oh yeah, to my college girl, take the weekend off and come home soon
I graduated way too long ago to be sneaking all in your dorm room
But that thing tight like Fort Knox
So I call you when the tour stops
But baby where your roommates, did you make sure the door's locked?
She love it when we get together
Smoke a little weed but her shit together
Now that I'm on, I can pick and choose
Only fuck with hoes who got shit to lose
Yeah, I heard the stories about different dudes
Her man on campus but it's fine by me
She say she only fucked like 4-5 niggas
So you know you gotta multiply by 3

[Missy Elliott:]
Nobody's perfect, nobody's perfect ey, ey
But you're perfect for me
Nobody's perfect, nobody's perfect ey
But you're perfect for me

We rolling, we riding
He like to go inside and
I love to go all night and
We rock the boat, Poseidon
I love to call your name, name, name
Baby I love to call your name, name, name

done

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