[Intro: Steve Lacy]
I know I am looking for a perfect love

[Chorus: Tyler, The Creator & A$AP Ferg]
Eyes open, eyes open for sure
I been lookin', I been lookin', peephole at the door
Hoping that the mailman could leave a box with a stamp
So I can mail my heart to you, shit you don't even know, come on
Eyes open, eyes open for sure
I been lookin', I been lookin', peephole at the door
Hoping that the mailman could leave a box with a stamp
So I can mail my heart to you, shit you don't even know, come on (Took my grills out)

[Verse 1: A$AP Ferg]
I had a queen who I was with for about eight years
We bought each other matching grills, nobody's swag came near
And a mean Harlem joint who gеt drunk all the time
She say, "Hit it from bеhind while I sip some wine"
And my first? She was in a Ralph Lauren pageant
R.I.P Tennille, I never dreamed you'd be passin'
I'm a ghetto bitch, rich bitch, movie star assassin
Still a fucker, B-list model with wack fashion
Had a freak Houston chick that love to lick the gooch (Oop)
Fresh tattoos because the BBL is new
Redhead Brazilian with her freckles in the hoops
I was fuckin' a Parisian in a little Benz coupe (Vroom)
And we drive to Novo in Malibu, she workin' out
Got me runnin' up sand dunes
And I ain't gotta wear a mask like MF DOOM
You gotta love me for me, I'm just livin' my truth
[Chorus: Tyler, The Creator]
(The perfect love)
Eyes open, eyes open for sure (I've been lookin')
I been lookin', I been lookin', peephole at the door (I've been searchin')
Hopin' that the mailman could leave a box with a stamp (For the perfect love)
So I can mail my heart to you, shit you don't even know, come on
Eyes open, eyes open for sure (I've been lookin')
I been lookin', I been lookin', peephole at the door
Hoping that the mailman could leave a box with a stamp
So I can mail my heart to you, shit you don't even know, come on (Yeah)

[Verse 2: Tyler, The Creator]
I had a girl from Inglewood who used to pop at the lips
And hated Red because her brother was Crip
Crazy shit, I had this geek girl who used to read tales about secret worlds
She said she loved the way I eat girls, wasn't hype enough
Had a skater boy with some issues, he liked to fight too much
His cover-up girlfriend, naw, didn't like me much, damn
Another bite the dust, she used me just to pipe them up
But when it's time to chill, they pipe down like aqueducts
So I got telescopes, x-rays, microscopes, weather far close
I could know if it's been anybody that's sittin' right beside me
The rear view is clear too, if they sit behind me
I'm tryna stunt, need a team like a Mike Robb pimpin'
I'm on the hunt, like a white blonde missin'
Can't even front, dawg, I like tongue kissin'
Shit, it's hella tight (Woo), I need an extra light (Woo)
It's gettin' dim out here, that's why I keep my eyes open
[Chorus: Tyler, The Creator]
Eyes open, eyes open for sure (I've been lookin')
I been lookin', I been lookin', peephole at the door (I've been seachin')
Hoping that the mailman could leave a box with a stamp
So I can mail my heart to you, shit you don't even know, come on (For the perfect love)
Eyes open, eyes open for sure
I been lookin', I been lookin', peephole at the door (I've been lookin')
Hoping that the mailman could leave a box with a stamp (I've been searchin')
So I can mail my heart to you, shit you don't even know, come on (For the perfect love)

[Verse 3: Tyler, The Creator]
Now when I meet you, I'ma greet you (Hey)
They call me Baudelaire, and I'ma treat you like you clear (What?)
Patcher, I'm a peasant to your features
I was raised by (Who?) women, so I listen
Got nine inches, and I'll eat your peach, you're sugar sweet, I set a boundary
I don't do the drugs, I don't like that shit around me (Fuck out of here)
I like privacy, it's by decision if they found me (Hell nah)
Erica and Amy is my shit, I like wanderin' in pastries
If it's mutual, it's zip-tied or not
I have a couple pups (Pups) before we sprint off (Off), sign this prenup ('Nup)
Cause good things can turn out bad, oh, you gon' take half?
Bitch, I'll have my little sister come and beat your ass, you think it's funny?
You ain't penny songs, you ain't inking half the money (Nah)
That's when I have to question if you ever truly love me
But that's a hypothetical qualm
Until then I wander 'round with this ring in my palm, now sing along
[Chorus: Tyler, The Creator]
Eyes open, eyes open for sure (I've been lookin')
I been lookin', I been lookin', peephole at the door (I've been seachin')
Hoping that the mailman could leave a box with a stamp
So I can mail my heart to you, shit you don't even know, come on (For the perfect love)
Eyes open, eyes open for sure (I've been lookin')
I been lookin', I been lookin', peephole at the door
(I know I am looking for a perfect love)
Hoping that the mailman could leave a box with a stamp
So I can mail my heart to you, shit you don't even know, come on (For the perfect love)

[Outro: Tyler, The Creator & Steve Lacy]
I been looking, I been searching
For the perfect love
I been looking
(I know I am looking for a perfect love)