Chance The Rapper - Instagram Song 1 (Mr. Perfect) lyrics
[Chance The Rapper - Instagram Song 1 Mr. Perfect lyrics]
I can't believe you thought that
I was Mr perfect
I can't believe you thought that I
Was even worth it
I swear I look at you sometimes
And I get nervous
Conspiracy theories wrapped
Around your kisses like Hershey's
Our story's so choreographed
It feels like you rehearsed it
I admit I threw my hat in the ring
I'm Michael Jackson but, I figured that your
Reaction would be allergic
I shot my shot thinkin' before
They hang up my number
They'll probably burn my jersey
Call up the pastor clergy
Call up the plastic surgeon
Call 'em the brand new version
Call me whatever you want
Just call me back like it's urgent
I learned the art of forgiveness from
The son of a virgin
I made so many clean slates that
I could sell you detergent
I'm from a city full of
Finesses and janky merchants
Fragrance in pagan churches
Debt collectors that settle vendetta
Better in person i wasn't born last week
Yesterday I was nursing
I can't believe that you thought
That I was perfect
My hidden blisters turn to
Pimples on the surface
I should've known from the
Beginning I was nervous
You pulled the wool over my
Eyes just like my sherpa
First day but the next day
Don't have me out here thinking that I'm Neo
Don't have me out here oracle Miss Cleo
Don't have me out here thinking
That I'm Superman of Steel
When you know the cap is real
Like you're familiar with Leo
Ay dios mios while I be a monkey's tio
Standing ovations when I reinve-
I was Mr perfect
I can't believe you thought that I
Was even worth it
I swear I look at you sometimes
And I get nervous
Conspiracy theories wrapped
Around your kisses like Hershey's
Our story's so choreographed
It feels like you rehearsed it
I admit I threw my hat in the ring
I'm Michael Jackson but, I figured that your
Reaction would be allergic
I shot my shot thinkin' before
They hang up my number
They'll probably burn my jersey
Call up the pastor clergy
Call up the plastic surgeon
Call 'em the brand new version
Call me whatever you want
Just call me back like it's urgent
I learned the art of forgiveness from
The son of a virgin
I made so many clean slates that
I could sell you detergent
I'm from a city full of
Finesses and janky merchants
Fragrance in pagan churches
Debt collectors that settle vendetta
Better in person i wasn't born last week
Yesterday I was nursing
I can't believe that you thought
That I was perfect
My hidden blisters turn to
Pimples on the surface
I should've known from the
Beginning I was nervous
You pulled the wool over my
Eyes just like my sherpa
First day but the next day
Don't have me out here thinking that I'm Neo
Don't have me out here oracle Miss Cleo
Don't have me out here thinking
That I'm Superman of Steel
When you know the cap is real
Like you're familiar with Leo
Ay dios mios while I be a monkey's tio
Standing ovations when I reinve-