Bibi Bourelly, Earl St. Clair - Perfect.

Eight inch heels, mid knee skirt
And don't you act like your feet don't hurt, hahaha
Hair ain't real, and brows on fleek, yeah
You been talkin' 'bout yourself girl, all damn week

You a little too perfect baby
You a little too perfect for me
Yeah, yeah, yeah
Me, me, me, me, me, me

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

You a little too perfect baby
You a little too perfect for me
Oh, oh, oh, oh
You, you, you
You a little too perfect baby
You a little too perfect for me
A little too perfect
A little too perfect for me
Me, me, me, me, me, me

A little too perfect
Just a little too perfect
And I don't know if it's what I want
Or what I need