Lil’ Mo - Dotted I (I’m Not Perfect) lyrics

Perfect, I know that you're perfect
It seems that you just can't do nothing wrong
I guess that's how you were raised all along
But honey, I'm human excuse me, I'm human
You have no idea just what I go through
Daily I'm crying lord, what now to do?
And I sure do need you
And that's when he holds me
Yeah, he wraps me in his loving arms
Keeping me safe from all harm

And I may not dot every "i"
Or even cross every "t"
And I guess that you have arrive
But the Master's still working on me
And until I'm in my grave
Both hands will I raise
Signifying I still, Oh, I Still have a praise

Sometimes I get so tired
Not even at everyone else
Sometimes I'm just sick of myself yes, I am
But what keeps me inspired is the fact
That I know that he's there
Though I change he ain't going nowhere
And I know that he cares
So why should I worry what you
Have to say about me?
When he gave me liberty

And I may not dot every "i"
Or even cross every "t"
And I guess that you have arrive
But the Master's still working on me
And until I'm in my grave
Both hands will I raise
Signifying I still, Oh
I still have my praise

When you look at me things
Ain't what it seems god's got a hold on me
I've been down on luck there and back again
Yeah, he still cares grace and mercy
Carry me to his name
I'm gonna raise my hand with no intent
To care what you say about me
I don't care what you say about me i may not

Dot every "i" (Dot every "i")
Or even cross every "t"
(Or even cross every "t")
And I guess you have arrive (I guess you)
But the Master's still working on me
(Yes he is) and until I'm in my grave
Both hands will I raise
(Until I'm in my grave)
Signifying I still, Oh
I still have my praise
(Oh, still have a praise)

And I may not dot every "i" (Every "i")
Or even cross every "t"
And I guess that you have arrive
(He's working on my body)
But the Master's still working on me
(Working on my mind)
And until I'm in my grave
Both hands will I raise
(Until I'm in my grave)
Signifying I still, Oh, I still
I still gotta prais