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Fall from the sky just to learn how to fly Don't even gotta put me in the dirt when I die I'm not perfect, I try Tryna free my hands, grab the day by the throat Gotta get a grip but I'm at the end of my rope I'm not perfect, I know, I know And if I had a spare moment I'd probably loan it to somebody who needed to hold it Life's indecisive, might slice you open And show compassion and throw you back into the ocean I'm tryna keep my faith on a path But the landscape's full of danger flags You can change your name and still live in the past Daddy was the face on a package of zig-zags Fall from the sky just to learn how to fly Don't even gotta put me in the dirt when I die I'm not perfect, I try, I try You might fade away, you might burst in flames Ain't no reason you should even try to search my name I'm not perfect okay? I'm a father and a son of a Southsider Mouth full of hot dish, pop lifer And this little piggy squealed like a cop's tire Letras de cancionesWhen I set the AUX on fire like it's a box of spiders You the opposite of truth, you overproduced You gotta grow more toes, you wanna fill these shoes You gotta make love like there's nothin' to lose You wanna wake up the world but there's a button for snooze Fall from the sky just to learn how to fly Don't even gotta put me in the dirt when I die I'm not perfect, I try, I try, I try We gotta work it out cause I ain't turning around The same person that I was when the curtains were down I'm not perfect, what now? Huh, what now? Some say that I pass, none say that I'm passive White trash with a fraction of Blackness My mathematics got Native blood too But no matter where I stand, either way it's fuck you I've never been a victim of police harassment And I knew what they seen when I turned job absent Irish name, Scandinavian frame I'm a Rubik's cube, I'm the American dream Check it out... I'm a feminist, I'm also a misogynist Spit like an arsonist, dick like an obelisk And I promise if you ever hear me contradict myself It's not a sign of the apocalypse I've been an asshole before it was fashionable And when it's out of style, I'll be the last to know And if Illuminati listenin', I don't wanna plateau Who I have to blow to play the halftime show, huh? Fall from the sky just to learn how to fly Don't even gotta put me in the dirt when I die I'm not perfect, I try, Lord knows I try On the day of death, may you deserve respect Don't ever forget that it was worth your breath I'm not perfect, not yet, not yet, not yet, not yet I'm not perfect but I'm this, that and this From Letras Mania