'Cause that's perfect to me Don't feel like putting makeup on my cheeks Do what I wanna Love every single part of my body Top to the bottom I'm not a supermodel from a magazine I'm okay with not being perfect ' Cause that's perfect to me No matter where

This is how we rock it for the ages I thought I told you it’s about to go down We make you fucking famous You wonder how we made it It’s about to go down From the top and the bottom, the bottom to the top Light it up and smoke them trees This is how we

Can't you save me? From the bottom of the ash I rose, yeah To the top I go Where I’m from its cold But I don’t need this coat, keep my sleeves rolled Got my city’s area code on my shoulder, 216 forever in my soul Swear to God every single night its gets

Learn a little, learn a little Learn a little givin' and lovin' It's been done before Learn a little givin' If yer always tryin' to get to the top You don't get to the bottom of nothin'! Then you're gone before you know it; You'd better stop! (Stop!)

'Cause that's perfect to me Don't feel like putting makeup on my cheeks Do what I wanna Love every single part of my body Top to the bottom I'm not a supermodel from a magazine I'm okay with not being perfect ' Cause that's perfect to me No matter where

I'm spinning, I'm spinning, I'm spinning you up Just hide, oh! You know that you're the one, that's terrified, oh! La, la, la, la, la There's a bottom to the top of the moment You won't always be around Catch a nigga coming quickly behind ya People want

We're gonna ri-ri-ri-ri-rise 'til we fall We're gonna ri-ri-ri-ri-rise They don't speak our language When we hit the bottom, then it goes up Climb to the top with you We could be the breaks, ones who never made yeah I could be talking to you They tryna

Helter skelter, helter skelter Helter skelter When I get to the bottom I go back to the top of the slide I'm coming down fast but don't let me break you You may be a lover but you ain't no dancer Yes, she is Where I stop and I turn and I go for a ride

I'm reminiscing, yeah I ain't fuckin' with you at all I love money, I can't go back to the bottom 'cause I Hate it at the bottom, try to stop thinking about it But, I'm reminiscing, yeah Fuck your problem, it's too late to tell me sorry Off the head,

Sleepin' at the top, nightmares of the bottom Everybody wanna be fly til you swat 'em But who am I to talk? I ain't shittin' roses We in the same picture but we all got different poses Now I'm looking in my rear view, I see the world in it I try to slow