Dust cloud coming off an old dirt road That leads up here to this little graveyard Seven lights in a perfect row Under each light is a police car Just
stand here But now you're in fear and you stand clear You can't come near this hot stylin' Groove by the kid who's smooth as a violin Also the perfect
I'm very you, you're very me. We seem to go well together. You're very me, I'm very you. A perfect match I would say. We mean the world to each other
always hold dear Like an old fashioned waltz When the moonlight shines down On the Hollywood world And the heroine waits for her beau to return And violins
(Chorus) Yo, perfection, flawless, masterpiece, no mistake back in the eighteen hundreds, I was burned at the stake (I am the wordsmith) metaphor mephastopales
bottom discover jewels and keep it Her body is a violin, I'm the violinist and I compose Her moans are my symphonies I can play the perfect notes Before
woman and a redneck man She's Saks Fifth Avenue perfection Caviar and dignified Well, I live my life in Wal Mart fashion And I like my sushi southern fried And she loves a violin
is PERFECT!! I'm really smokin - DJ Speedy, track PERFECT!! Really perkin - So Icey, we PERFECT!! Well we the shit - my record label is PERFECT!! (Speedy
Your face, never seen something more perfect You dance in my mind like justice I know you listening back like damn bro Laid back so gentle like the violins
Ever since I was young I wanted to be somethin' like what I am We promote violins, yeah, check me out We promote violins, E-Swiftulaus, Kurupt Young
Roses are red Violets are blue Primrose is pale On the velvet green hue Warm summer days Like cool water falls Like music we hear Those things we'll
sigh Katie cries, Mia plays the violin This little world is all I need And hey, this little world needs Not much more to be a Completely perfect world
hair, tight jeans and stilettos Conversation so good, didn't want to let it go Shorty, you're a perfect 10 Classical like violin I just can't settle
I can tell mine...I bake bascetball players(spoken): What? Zeke(spoken): I love to bake! Strudels, scones, even apple pandowdy bascetball players: Not another sound Zeke(spoken): Someday I hope to make the perfect
muted, the lighting is low; no wonder I feel so depressed. Charming, romantic, the perfect cafe Then as if it isn't bad enough a violin starts to play
give you something romantic? I figured since it's raining This would be the perfect time for us Can you hear the sounds of the Love angels calling us? Sweet violins
And so once again My dear Johnny my dear friend And so once again you are fightin' us all And when I ask you why You raise your sticks and cry, and I
dust, label us Notorious Thug ass niggaz that love to bust, it's strange to us Y'all niggaz be scramblin, gamblin Up in restaraunts with mandolins, and violins