Imperfections (feat. Blass 89 & GoldenLightPoetry)

I just hit ya phone I know you prolly sleep The text was only one word You think my pride is weak I just left the lab It's around like three But if you answer Let me know if you around this week Get some to eat Even though I wake up kinda late I get dressed, I make some plays I pick you up at eight We both busy So its cool if you cant chill today If it ain't no tracks to lay I'm still making cake Everybody got they way I'm interested in yours I wanna learn your imperfections I could love your flaws I'm tryna see where ya head at Before I see them draws Before i'm covering my face Like i'm drawn by Kaws I'm from the city I done seen some bitches do em dirty They even sayin it ain't cheating If it's just flirting Don't need be perfect But I don't want it if its just working Just like these verses Put that time in ima make it worth it You can't, you can't Play a g I dip and i dash You know This game ain't free You can't, you can't Play a g I dip and i dash You know This game ain't free That shit poking I want to poke it back No trust issues on my end make sure you chose the facts Keep it real Keep it cool How you feel? Is this you? My keen eye Shows the truth Don't play dumb Known for trading fake ones I chase them bills before I ever chase a bitch Big boy shit, i ain't known for taking sips If it hit, I want the whole thing Place your lips on mine Bitch, it's like cocaine Lift off Grab your ass that shit soft Want to hit bitch, don't piss on Everything we working towards I pour gold into the time I spend with mine And when you hit my line The early morning caresses Peaks up at me through half open blinds I just know that I'm on your mind Three dots delivered you right on time Divine One word tells me all I need to know Similar wavelengths Optimal reflections Wrapped in a bow A piece to say about the way you made time for me today In between meetings and life In your part of the city The same streets that raised me Were supposed to shelter me from men like you Sidewalks I've made enemies with We became real good friends too Concrete that grow flowers Bleed trauma alike Rewritten by way of your verses Old english digits in your reach Hold me tight Create bodily tessera's out of me Learn my imperfections That means studying past loving The way I look on all fours Loving my flaws Embracing all that I am The petals and my thorns In ways that have not been carried out before Niggas usually run in the opposite direction of Golden track stars Will you lay flowers down over water For my candy apple painted toes Cater to me, feed my soul Allow me to hold your flaws The same way I find pleasure In holding your face in my palms