[Earl St. Clair:]
Eight inch heels and knee-skirt
And don’t you act like your feet don’t hurt, hahaha
Hair ain’t real, eyebrows on fleek, yeah
You been talkin’ ’bout yourself girl all damn week
[Bibi Bourelly + Earl St. Clair]
You’re a little too perfect, baby
You’re a little too perfect for me
Yeah, yeah, yeah
Me, me, me, me, me, me
[Bibi Bourelly:]
Rolex watch, got straight A’s
I don’t think I see a single mark on your face
My iPhone’s cracked, and my credit’s jacked
And my nails are short (oh yeah)
And my lungs are black
[Bibi Bourelly + Earl St. Clair]
You’re a little too perfect, baby
You’re a little too perfect for me
Oh, oh, oh, oh
You, you, you
You’re a little too perfect, baby
You’re a little too perfect for me
A little too perfect
A little too perfect for me
Me, me, me, me, me, me
[Earl St. Clair]
A little too perfect
Just a little too perfect
and I don’t know if it’s what I want,
or what I need