Perfect. (feat. Earl St. Clair)

Eight inch heels, mid knee-skirt
And don't you act like your feet don't hurt
Hair ain't real, and brows on fleek, yeah
You been talkin' 'bout yourself girl, all damn week

You a little too perfect baby
You a little too perfect for me
Yeah, yeah, yeah
Me, me, me

Rolex watch, got straight A's
I don't think I see a single mark on your face
My iPhone's cracked and my credit's jacked
And my nails are short, oh, yeah
And my lungs are black

You a little too perfect baby
You a little too perfect for me
You, you, you
You a little too perfect baby
You a little too perfect for me
A little too perfect
A little too perfect for me
Me, me, me

A little too perfect
Just a little too perfect
And I don't know if it's what I want
Or what I need