Sam Lee - Nobody's Perfect lyrics

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Sam Lee - Nobody's Perfect lyrics

Flow automatic don't need practice We drug addicts that relapsing Like Michael Phelps got the weed pa**ing And getting gold medals while relaxing I'm Steve Jackson Witnessing murder got birds on my shoulder I'm the captain We weed packing Flow you ain't heard of that's k**ing observers I've been rapping Ama**ing cadavers I've been snapping Hazard to rappers I've been lapping They've been napping Sleeping on me the elite on the beat who they've been lacking They need tracks With that mean rap Till I spit that You ain't seen shat And I mean that Rhymes be so pure in these lines and I'm sure you can't beat that Everybody doubt me just because I'm out the Villy where it's chilly 'stead of coming out of South beach Nah ain't LeBron man I do it all without the Heat got it raining while everyone else in drought see Oddysy getting brains like a Harvard Grad I'm winning cause these rappers are retarded man Embarra**ing themselves cause they lost and the best won And all I can say is on to the next one Yeah on to the next one Nightmares cause I'm the one that they rest on Think my flow is cheesy I'm about to put the zest on Stuck in the middle without even a vest on Every single night man I be up and writing Hoping i don't plummet the summit look so inviting Every single night man Every single night man Repping sturgeon heights man Courage on my right hand High in the sky and I ain't even got a flight plan Piece holy so i guess Jesus will be my hype man Like damn he hitting them all with nice jams So better move back Every line got em saying damn how he do that With every single new rap Getting out my name like every single new tracks Got em saying who's that Hope I never lose that Gotta keep em guessing they stressing after a few laps Get em buzzing like cousins after a few Jacks East side living so you know I'm bout that boom bap Rhymes like a 44 Been here running so what you gotta be sore for Known as a gunner so I guess I gotta score more No runner ups I be taking that ring like mordor Flow unrealistic all of yall had yall chance but you missed it Now it's time to make way for the misfits And if you don't like that then dance up on this dick We the sickest linguists People be like are they even speaking English Peep the illness Flowing like poets we so in the moment when we be in this So please witness This mean sickness My Ill mind And I be Vicious I steal lives And I see twisted These rappers I'm eating are delicious I mean business I'm taking over This Crack music That baking soda Man f** school And f** staying sober I'm blowing the f** up like supernovas

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