Perfectionist Lyrics

A lot of y'all been asking questions

Like when is V!SN coming back

I get but honestly I've been obsessing on things

To the point where it's getting real hard to relax

I'm putting my foot on the gas

Ignoring the speed on the dash

And I don't think I've ever been in a place with my mental

Where I can avoid a relapse

Like whatchu expecting of me

I put out music but y'all ain't been seeing the truth

The fact that it's harder to breather

It's harder to spit when I feel like I've already wasted my youth

But it's cool though

Nothing else for me to do so

When I'm in the booth and I fuel those bad thoughts

One day they are gonna lose so what

Body bag

Make it zip up

Put my own body inside of it

Somewhere in there is a metaphor

'bout all the demons I'm fighting and

Honestly I've been controlling 'em now for a while

Cover the pain with a big fake smile

Turn on the mic make the crowd go wild like woah

That's the type of MO that I rep

Fill the song with broken verse about how V!SN is a mess

Paint a picture vivid bright and hope it's speaking to the the rest

Of broken people also hurting but can't get it off their chest

(Man I don't know)

I'm a perfectionist

Whatchu want

y'all ain't have to like me

If I spit a verse and y'all ain't messing then it might be

Time to switch up I think

I'm damaging my psyche

Molding all my music toward the people who deny me

A masochist

Might be that but please don't get it twisted

Happiness is quite a stretch for what I feel when I've inflicted

Mental wounds and thoughtful scars

Leave me feeling so conflicted

'Cuz they make my music worth the time but bleeding is persistent

(I don't know)

I'm a perfectionist

Whatchu want

y'all ain't have to like me

If I spit a verse and y'all ain't messing then it might be

Time to switch up I think

I'm damaging my psyche

Molding all my music toward the people who deny me

I'm a perfectionist

Whatchu want

y'all ain't have to like me

If I spit a verse and y'all ain't messing then it might be

Time to switch up I think

I'm damaging my psyche

Molding all my music toward the people who deny me yuh yeah

(Chill)