It's a game you can't win I hear the waves Sun beatin' down on my shoulders It's a near-perfect day Wishin' I wouldn't get any older They say that it's gone 'fore you know it now

And nobody can ever live forever Get over it I'm ready now And you always accuse me I can never ever be a perfect fucking image of what want you Rage-aholics Fill your cups We're dancing with the devil

I'm making today a perfect day for you Making today a perfect day We're making today a perfect day You've never had a real birthday before Except, of course, the ones just spent outside my locked door So I'm here way too late to help you celebrate And be

Barefoot on the grass, listening to our favorite song Baby, I'm dancing in the dark, with you between my arms I found a love for me Darling just dive right in And follow my lead Well I found a girl beautiful and sweet I never knew you were the someone

Tomorrow comes and goes before you know So I just had to let you know Beautiful, beautiful, beautiful, beautiful angel Love your imperfections every angle But nothing can compare to when you're naked Beautiful, beautiful life right now Beautiful,

You had me fucked up It used to be so hard to see Yeah, loving is easy When everything's perfect Please don't change a single little thing for me Loving is easy When you can't even hide it

What we had were nothing but lessons I prepared you for her (damn) Didn't you turn out perfect? She must wanna thank me For leaving her with your best version You got all the bad out your system I taught you them then left with my reasons Now I'll be

Nananana, yeah yeah Somebody with you And without you I am nothing But I feel like somebody with you So good that I don't deserve it So close that it's almost perfect To be laying in your arms Even though I broke your heart So high for the chance to fix

Hey I'm just lookin' for a good time How 'bout baby We make a promise To not promise anything more than one night Complicated situations Only get worse in the morning light Girl you're beautiful You're 'bout near perfect But I bet somebody's already told

Spark the lye, QBC yo it's do or die In this, business and trifeness Dangerous sons, step back let the tech lift Check the shit I finesse this, for R.D., we chef shit Perfect shit, Albert Einstein minds connect wit Lift you up, bless you with a shorty