Without any imperfection
Without any imperfection
You had plans to fly away?
Just looking out for dad
Get in here and mess with it
Get all up in my face
Spread me like a slice of toast
Movies and naked chill
Not staring, just noticing
Step up your game, boy
You have to start somewhere
Your throat can handle it
I'll try my hardest, boss
We'll teach you hand by hand