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Ain’t Perfect Lyrics
[Verse 1: David Dallas]
Yeah, I just want
Everything to be perfect, everything to fit into place
House, food on the table, and some liquor to chase
But my mum still hooked on how cigarettes taste
And my dad lost his eye and a bit of his face
About a month back, 'cause of cancer
Tryna figure how to really deal, no Evander
The sorta shit can make you jump off the veranda
When peeps that don’t know you seem to think that you’re a wanker
But I don’t harbor no anger to 'em
My big brother's overseas, wonder how he’s doin'
Wish that he could be home with us, he a loner at heart
So worry if he’s on his own too much
And I owe so much to the fam that I'm feelin' like a failure
When I can't even lend a hand
On the money front, I’m hopin' things is on the up and up
With my career, fingers crossed, I don’t fuck it up
But all it takes is one man and one word
And the greatest song, make it go unheard
Lord knows there was better men before me
That went under the radar, kid, you know the story
So I ain't mad at stations who don’t play my recordings
I’m just fucking happy that I‘m performin'
And that you listenin' to me
Right now, you’ll see
Yeah, I just want
Everything to be perfect, everything to fit into place
House, food on the table, and some liquor to chase
But my mum still hooked on how cigarettes taste
And my dad lost his eye and a bit of his face
About a month back, 'cause of cancer
Tryna figure how to really deal, no Evander
The sorta shit can make you jump off the veranda
When peeps that don’t know you seem to think that you’re a wanker
But I don’t harbor no anger to 'em
My big brother's overseas, wonder how he’s doin'
Wish that he could be home with us, he a loner at heart
So worry if he’s on his own too much
And I owe so much to the fam that I'm feelin' like a failure
When I can't even lend a hand
On the money front, I’m hopin' things is on the up and up
With my career, fingers crossed, I don’t fuck it up
But all it takes is one man and one word
And the greatest song, make it go unheard
Lord knows there was better men before me
That went under the radar, kid, you know the story
So I ain't mad at stations who don’t play my recordings
I’m just fucking happy that I‘m performin'
And that you listenin' to me
Right now, you’ll see
[Chorus: David Dallas, Jordache]
So you should put your hands up, hey, it ain’t perfect
But we be doin' okay, I’m livin' proof
You could do what you never thought and best believe
It’s the truth that you hear me talk, bro, you should put your
Hands up, hey, it ain’t perfect
But we be doin' okay, I’m livin' proof
You could do what you never thought and best believe
It’s the truth that you hear me talk (Yeah, yeah)
[Verse 2: Jordache]
Where we headed now, there ain't no guessin'
But I’m tired of hearin' the same old questions
"When ya gonna find a real profession?"
I don’t need a reminder, bro, stop stressin'
I rather keep messin' with this music shit and hardly make a cent
Before I go David Brent just to pay the rent
Because an office cubicle is not suitable
When you’re the star, but they tryna make you play the bench
I ain’t content with that, I won't stop to
Surrender like Temper Trap, ya see the flip side
Is I need a new Mac Pro but lack dough
Could probably ask my girlfriend if she would lend for that
But too proud for a hand or a handout
I’m tired of standin' still, I’m tryna stand out
Be the man now, that’s the plan now
From here on, guess we’ll see how it pans out
So you should put your hands up, hey, it ain’t perfect
But we be doin' okay, I’m livin' proof
You could do what you never thought and best believe
It’s the truth that you hear me talk, bro, you should put your
Hands up, hey, it ain’t perfect
But we be doin' okay, I’m livin' proof
You could do what you never thought and best believe
It’s the truth that you hear me talk (Yeah, yeah)
[Verse 2: Jordache]
Where we headed now, there ain't no guessin'
But I’m tired of hearin' the same old questions
"When ya gonna find a real profession?"
I don’t need a reminder, bro, stop stressin'
I rather keep messin' with this music shit and hardly make a cent
Before I go David Brent just to pay the rent
Because an office cubicle is not suitable
When you’re the star, but they tryna make you play the bench
I ain’t content with that, I won't stop to
Surrender like Temper Trap, ya see the flip side
Is I need a new Mac Pro but lack dough
Could probably ask my girlfriend if she would lend for that
But too proud for a hand or a handout
I’m tired of standin' still, I’m tryna stand out
Be the man now, that’s the plan now
From here on, guess we’ll see how it pans out
[Chorus: David Dallas]
So you should put your hands up, hey, it ain’t perfect
But we be doin' okay, I’m livin' proof
You could do what you never thought and best believe
It’s the truth that you hear me talk, bro, you should put your
Hands up, hey, it ain’t perfect
But we be doin' okay, I’m livin' proof
You could do what you never thought and best believe
It’s the truth that you hear me talk (I know I walk like)
[Verse 3: David Dallas]
I grew up in a war zone, I tread lightly
Even when I score won't blow my own horn though
I don’t like to draw no attention to myself
How ironic my career's based on gettin' on the shelf
Or a blog or a stage, put my whole life on the page
In the hope that some relate to what I say
It sounds so vain when I put it in those terms
When asked about the industry, I ain’t go no words
But people press, try to ask me how them hoes were
Wonder why I wasn’t at the club when my bros were
On the red carpet showin' up with a chauffeur
In VIP where big bottles of Patrón were
In truth, I was at home, chillin' on a 360
Knowin' if I died, them fake dudes wouldn’t miss me
Everybody’s best friends when they're gettin' tipsy
But when the free drinks run, I see them jet quickly
So you should put your hands up, hey, it ain’t perfect
But we be doin' okay, I’m livin' proof
You could do what you never thought and best believe
It’s the truth that you hear me talk, bro, you should put your
Hands up, hey, it ain’t perfect
But we be doin' okay, I’m livin' proof
You could do what you never thought and best believe
It’s the truth that you hear me talk (I know I walk like)
[Verse 3: David Dallas]
I grew up in a war zone, I tread lightly
Even when I score won't blow my own horn though
I don’t like to draw no attention to myself
How ironic my career's based on gettin' on the shelf
Or a blog or a stage, put my whole life on the page
In the hope that some relate to what I say
It sounds so vain when I put it in those terms
When asked about the industry, I ain’t go no words
But people press, try to ask me how them hoes were
Wonder why I wasn’t at the club when my bros were
On the red carpet showin' up with a chauffeur
In VIP where big bottles of Patrón were
In truth, I was at home, chillin' on a 360
Knowin' if I died, them fake dudes wouldn’t miss me
Everybody’s best friends when they're gettin' tipsy
But when the free drinks run, I see them jet quickly
[Chorus: David Dallas]
So you should put your hands up, hey, it ain’t perfect
But we be doin' okay, I’m livin' proof
You could do what you never thought and best believe
It’s the truth that you hear me talk, bro, you should put your
Hands up, hey, it ain’t perfect
But we be doin' okay, I’m livin' proof
You could do what you never thought and best believe
It’s the truth that you hear me talk
So you should put your hands up, hey, it ain’t perfect
But we be doin' okay, I’m livin' proof
You could do what you never thought and best believe
It’s the truth that you hear me talk, bro, you should put your
Hands up, hey, it ain’t perfect
But we be doin' okay, I’m livin' proof
You could do what you never thought and best believe
It’s the truth that you hear me talk
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May 11, 2011
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