Atmosphere - Perfect lyrics

Fall from the sky just to learn how to fly
Don't even gotta put me in
The dirt when I die i'm not perfect, I try
I'm tryna free my hands
Grab the day by the throat
Gotta get a grip but I'm at
The end of my rope
I'm not perfect, I know, I know

And if I had a spare moment
I'd probably loan it to somebody
Who needed to hold it
Life's indecisive, might slice you open
Or show compassion and throw you
Back into the ocean

I'm tryna keep my faith on the path
But the landscape's full of danger flags
You can change your name and
Still live in the past
Daddy was the face on a package of Zig-Zags

Fall from the sky just to learn how to fly
Don't even gotta put me in
The dirt when I die i'm not perfect, I try
I try you might fade away
You might burst in flames
Ain't no reason you should even
Try to search my name
I'm not perfect, okay?

I'm a father and a son of a Southsider
Mouth full of hot dish, pop-lifer
And this little piggy squealed
Like a cop's tire
When I set the AUX on fire
Like it's a box of spiders

You the opposite of truth, you over-produced
You gotta grow more toes
You wanna fill these shoes
You gotta make love like
There's nothin' to lose
You wanna wake up the world but
There's a button for snooze

Fall from the sky just to learn how to fly
Don't even gotta put me in
The dirt when I die i'm not perfect, I try
I try, I try we gotta work it out 'cause
I ain't turning around
The same person that I was
When the curtains were down
I'm not perfect, what now? Huh, what now?

Some say that I pass
None say that I'm passive
White trash with a fraction of Blackness
My mathematics got Native blood too
But no matter where I stand
Either way it's fuck you

I've never been a victim
Of police harassment
And I knew what they seen
When I turned job absent
Irish name, Scandinavian frame
I'm a Rubik's cube, I'm the American dream

Check it out
I'm a feminist, I'm also a misogynist
Spit like an arsonist, dick like an obelisk
And I promise if you ever
Hear me contradict myself
It's not a sign of the apocalypse

I've been an asshole before
It was fashionable
And when it's out of style
I'll be the last to know
And if Illuminati listenin'
I don't wanna plateau
Who I have to blow to play the halftime show
Huh?

Fall from the sky just to learn how to fly
Don't even gotta put me in
The dirt when I die i'm not perfect, I try
Lord knows I try
On the day of death, may you deserve respect
Don't ever forget that it
Was worth your breath
I'm not perfect, not yet not yet
Not yet

I'm not perfect but I'm this, that and this