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letra de perfection - stro

[intro]
e.m.g on the beat

[chorus: mary j. blige & stro]
monday, a friend of mine
tuesday, we played a game
wednesday, you went away (mm)
thursday (yeah), things weren’t the same
on friday, you came back
i wanted to (yeah, yeah)
kiss you on sat-rday (yeah-yeah)
on sunday, we made love
now what are we gonna do?

[verse 1]
yeah, her body is somethin’ straight out of a magazine (yup)
looking like nothin’ i’d ever seen
beautiful thighs, heavenly eyes
never surprised, witty and wise (yeah, yeah)
when we met it was windy inside
she was zipped in her top
on her way to work in the city, she gotta survive
but ain’t lettin’ that f-ck with her strive (uh-uh)
it gotta be sumn’ inside
wonder do she got a man to provide? (she got a man?)
and “baby good morning’s”
and something was missing, did he see the warnings?
or was she a solo act in this broadway play called life (life)
i don’t wanna dwell in that, i just play my cards right (swish)
we kickin’ it, she givin’, i’m gettin’ it
i feel a connection (feel a connection)
i wondered (i wondered)
what was her name? (uh)
she said, “it’s perfection” ha (ha)
feel like a glove, feel like a buzz
could it be love?
could it be once? (once, uh) could it be wife?
or could it be l-st?
she told me she can’t (uh)
i’m figurin’, “d-mn it, she got a man” (she got a man)
she told me, “it’s work” (uh)
no need to explain, ’cause i understand (i understand)
you doin’ it right (yeah)
and it couldn’t be now, but it was aight (it’s cool)
and she gave me her number
and said give me a call, i’ll see you tonight (yeah)

[chorus: mary j. blige & stro]
monday, a friend of mine (yeah)
tuesday, we played a game
wednesday, you went away (yeah)
thursday, things weren’t the same
on friday, you came back
i wanted to (yeah, yeah) kiss you on sat-rday
on sunday, we made love
now what are we gonna do?

[verse 2]
yeah, body is something straight out of a magazine (yup)
looking like nothing i’d ever seen (nothin’)
beautiful thighs, heavenly eyes
never surprised, witty and wise
the scent of a rose (yeah)
content in her skin from her head to her toes
almost like she was chose
and you don’t gotta tell her she knows (knows)
we back at the crib (yeah)
and i’m findin’ my way ’round the map of her body (body)
see the way that she moan? (moan)
i find me a spot and i make it a hobby (yeah)
she lovin’ the pleasure and pain
releasin’ the feelin’, she got it contained
without any doubt in the world
tellin’ me how they been doubtin’ you, girl (uh)
nights like these, they always end in hickeys (yeah)
and a condom make her miss me
know it ain’t easy to forget me, but hit me, kiss me (yeah)
uber came quickly, she skated out (skrt)
got a early shift, only reason why she made it out (yeah, yeah)
back and forth, back and forth
in and outta l-st
re-ssure, you don’t need my mind, you just gotta trust (gotta trust)
i was up, lookin’ at my phone, then i got a text (got a text)
mi amor
she’s in need of more and wanna know what’s next (know what’s next)

[chorus: mary j. blige & stro]
monday, a friend of mine
tuesday (yeah), we played a game (yeah, yeah)
wednesday, you went away (swish)
thursday (uh), things weren’t the same (yeah, yeah)
on friday (yeah, yeah), you came back (yeah)
i wanted to (yeah-yeah) kiss you on sat-rday (yeah)
on sunday, we made love (yeah)
now what are we gonna do?

[verse 3]
she said, “i got a problem” (what?)
i’m jugglin’ time (time)
like i live in a studio, i’m movin’ cautious (yup)
i’m hustlin’ rhymes (rhymes)
like my life is a movie though (uh)
and i keep it discrete
she tired of my games, we only meet in the sheets (sheets)
and we ain’t a couple (yeah)
but if we ain’t together then she ain’t complete (complete)
love, i’m freakin’ these beats
tryna attain what is out of my reach (out of my reach)
it be so hard to tell when they playin’ a playa or playin’ for keeps
(oh, you playin’ for keeps)
i been there before (yup)
i thought it was real, can’t do that no more (no way)
now i’m ignoring myself (myself)
and i’m giving my all, i hope that it helps (uh)
but i’m sure that it don’t (nope)
as you pray it get better, i’m sure that it won’t (it won’t)
i’m stuck in the grind
loosely attached to the image of love in my mind (for real)
but you inspire me
ya body’s a drug, i channel the higher me (higher me)
then back to the game of searchin’ ya name, ha (perfection)
look at the irony (haha)
she wanna know this for sure, home
she wanna open them doors (yeah, yeah)
wanna be able to touch
i’m one she could trust, and i never notice her flaws (yeah, yeah)
but i only notice the cost, i struggle in knowin’ she right
got a lot on her mind (yeah)
we was f-ckin’ again by the end of the night
hehe

- stro

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