shitty things, And all the little things that fall, between And oh, pretty girl I know that just met you But i might just dare to say That I love you And oh, sweet perfection
Sweet suffering, love protection, need it, need it You need, come to me Believe it, better by far, your heart is there Most of all believe it Perfection
Chill Twan, damn, man That nigga Big got somethin' to say? Yo Big, what 'chu got to say Big? Yeah, yeah, special shout out to my man MC Homicide and
so cold i need theraflu im so hi i need parachutes im error proof im never spooked got my coupe heaven blue and my flag red as hell think its sweet as devil soup I never
... Belle: No, you Beast: No! I can't... Belle: You never learn to read? Beast: Only a little, and long ago Belle: Well, it just so happens that this is the perfect
your face like Sweet revelation sweet surrendering Sweet revelation sweet Thinking of you, thinking Thinking of you, Thinking of you, Thinking of you, thinking... Sweet revelation sweet surrendering Sweet
see freely So stay awake... never break Feel the light it stings this way... Open mind sweet tourniquet Stumble free but never free This broken place... never
my tender muscles shout A last goodbye to lose what once I'd never known without. And in my mind, the river runs a straight line through the town, Never
time full of strife Get down, you might be fucking with the song of life Extend your deeper senses, there will be no fight At the never ending ocean of perfect
This perfect day we make our way to the end of it With perfect grace I lay my head in your lap and walk away These days are sweet and strange We're happy
[Intro: A friend] Chill Twan, damn man! That nigga Big got somethin to say? Yo Big, what'chu got to say Big? [Intro:] Yeah... yeah... Special shout-out
You're the perfect lullaby What kinda dream is this [Chorus:] You could be a sweet dream or a beautiful nightmare Either way I, don't wanna wake up from you Sweet
wrote Blunt, I take a toke, but only if it's weed Skunk with no seeds, a sip of Hennessy Pass to D, or maybe movin solo Never with a skeezer by my side
This perfect day We make our way to the end of it With perfect grace I lay my head in your lap and walk away These days are sweet and strange We're happy
paper, D- King get real violent with terminators Determined haters gettin' wiped out by exterminators in German 'Gators, fully prepared for the perpetrators They try to fade us- My style is layed down in perfect
love Sweet suffering, love protection: Need it, You need; Come to me. Believe it, better by far, your heart it there; Most of all: Believe it. Perfection