A relapse of sorts

(Verse 1)
What is perfection?
I think it’s something the public invented To cover transgressions And to shut out the lesser ones Who would love to be better But they are kicked aside to suffer relentless
What is accepted is merely judged from somebody’s perspective
I think society would benefit from coming together
What is perfection? (2x)
Something in my head is saying that I won’t make it past 27
I'm afraid that all my friends won't be around when it's endin'
So I've come to the realization that perfection is subjective
Why all the questions?
Perfection is the standard you're not supposed to reach
Combination of all of the goals you dream
That you only see
Every day trying to avoid the beef but at the same time finding it hard to condone the peace
You'll never get exactly what you hope, believe me it's true
If perfection were achieved, what reason would there be to improve?
Prove (4x)


(Verse 2)
Let it ride
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What is perfection?
It’s the drawing that you hold up right in front of reflections
When you don’t like what you see- cover the blemish
But that ain’t real, still on getting love they’re dependent
So when I look at fame chasers, I see nothing but sketches
-Sketches
I don’t hit the studio with preparation
I don’t make music, these are just artistic statements
A bit frustrated at my situation
I put the days in But still I’m anxious
Every negative thought is an indication
Emotional trips I’m takin’ make it hard for myself to forget my baggage
Asking what’s the point like I can’t get the case in
Dealing with mistakes and I wish I’d just erase them
But no matter how sharp I get, I’ll always leave behind the pencil shavings
Every single sketch just takes me
Back before my chasing the wind
Back when I would go out rollerblading with friends
Back when Grammie took me and lil’ Paige for a swim
Jumpin’ in the puddles with the rain as my friend
Now it gives me feelings of just pain and distress
Back before I thought rappin’ on stages was lit
Now responsibilities are caging us in
Back when I believed that it helps to laugh
Now I only laugh at all the friends I had
Who used to make fun of my sheltered past
Before our bicycles had belts attached-
I felt the last Half of the tracklist is lackin’ These centered raps
So let’s go back And explore the questions that caused me to be apprehensive-
Zach IS TRYING NOT TO DROWN IN HIS HALF EMPTY GLASS
YOU FELT THE WRATH
NOW I’M STARTING TO SENSE THAT MY DEPRESSION’S BACK
THE FEELING OF DISCOVERY IS WHY PERFECTION‘S WACK
But What is perfection?
To get the answer, write whatever comes to my head then
I sit back and I just look at all the public's reception but-
What is perfection?
It's whoever people view fit to come up with a message
I’m trying to make my fans nostalgic of places they haven’t been yet
Nothing intended
For all those subs that I mentioned
All these lyrics really come from depression
Buttons I’m pressin’
To make my pen retract
So I can just think on what these sketches lack
Reconsider goals I’m setting on my messed up path
Try to have fun before the course of my life is run
I’m trying to be who I needed when I was young
Finding it harder and harder to bite my tongue
I’m the one, take a piece of twine and swung
From the frame of mind that I write these from
I don't wanna have my own room in my retirement home
I'm afraid that I'm the friend that's gonna die all alone
I thought making trap bangers would lighten the load
Where I’m going next I don’t know
So I’m huntin’

(Guitar solo) (Bones)