Utopia

I rewrote this round five times Making things perfect is a problem of mine Especially when it comes to music It's gotta be good man my mom listens to it Too much of a planner a nerd with good manners Reading through the stanzas tryna understand us Good luck critics you ain't ever live it How you can judge when you ain't ever do it Uno momento let's keep things simple Da Wizards dimples can only be seen by friends and kinfolk Cherries getting popped like pimples You love em now but how bout when your old and wrinkled My other half is always telling me your perfect I ain't one to judge but I think she's a better verdict Four feet and eleven inches of heaven She's a jackpot and I just rolled all sevens All my love belongs to her In this cold world I got you girl No need for tears with you I feel no fear All That I need is right in front of me My friends used to warn me Watch your back don't get trapped These hoes playing defense always looking for the sack Even my fam claims to have never loved like that Hopefully these two black doves don't reach the climax All this good karma mixing with marijuana Got God in my corner so aura always stronger My honey bun too she's always by my side Cruising on a cloud just enjoying the ride