J. COLE - Nobody's Perfect lyrics

rate me

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

Smokin' weed on the beach as my mind workin' like play dough

Analyzin' the world, fantasizin' about girls

I'm handin' diamonds and pearls and vandalizin' her pearls

Sweating her weave out, moans as she breathes out

Fuck I'm doing in parties with hova and steve stout

I step over pirhannas, death over dishonor

They killin niggas for j's, that's death over designer

Hey cole heatin' up like that left-over lasagna

Remember when I used to be stressed over dawana

Now a nigga only textin' distress over rihannas

I'm talkin' 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?

Nobody's perfect, nobody's perfect eh

But you're perfect for me

Rollin', we ridin'

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

Oh yeah, to my college girl, take the weekend off and come home soon

I graduated way too long ago to be sneakin' all in your dorm room

But, this ain't tight like fort knox

So I call you when the tour stops

But baby with your roommates, could you make sure the door's locked?

She love it when we get together

Smoke a little weed but the shit together

Now that I'm on, I can pick and choose

Only fuck with hoes who got shit to lose

Yeah, I heard stories about different dudes

Her man on campus but it's fine by me

Say she only fucked like 4-5 niggas, so you know you gotta multiply by 3