Perfect Tension Lyrics by Chillinit
N to the E to the R-V-E
She want that mani, the pedi, you know I’ma get ‘er them perm extensions
That thing go vroom, vroom, sound o’ the German engine
Stare in ya eyes, perfect tension
Fuck the talkin’ ‘cause your curves are bendin’
She want that mani, that pedi, you know I’ma get ‘er that perm extension
And that thing go vroom, vroom, sound o’ the German engine
I’ma stare in your eyes, fuck, perfect tension
Fuck all this talkin’, girl, ‘cause your curves are bendin’
We smokin’ some dope on a farm
We could go French plains or go West Spain, I could travel the coast in your arms
And do what you want, I run from these ghosts of my past
Jump on a plane, drown out the pain, the fact that you’ve broken my heart
Now listen, señorita, I feel for you
We could go crazy, cry me a river, no JT, fuck one time and you love me and hate me
I don’t do sport, but I stay with the Nike and I been to the store, so you callin’ me JD
Pour me a JD, fuck that, now I got cash, go pour me a 1980
It’s crazy, señorita, I blaze up and I burn the reefer
You know what I mean, ya girl is not keen, [?] and it hurts so deep, bruh
Herbs on a beach, bruh, curves in the sheets, got big boy stacks and oaths to kill pacts
When I’m high as the world at the Burj-a Khalifa, freestyle, dive, had to search, get in deeper
And life, señorita, cruise to the bar with a bitch on my side and I’m hittin’ that, brother
I like ‘em Arabic, I like ‘em classics, so you know I’m givin’ [?]
I got a [?] that I got the back of a [?] and I take a trip to Cronulla
Rollin’ one up and I’m smokin’ a blunt and I don’t give a fuck, I’ma roll me another
It’s hip-hop, señorita, shit was in a Ziploc, bad bitch stoned in the hills gettin’ kicked off
MCs talk how their girls got sex up, please, I could fuck your bitch on a TikTok
Crazy, and I got more cones in the stash
You are not me, not livin’ my dreams, like, please, you don’t got four hoes in the back
Señorita, this is not a hobby, got a body on, body whores know where it’s at
Girls give gobbies while I’m waitin’ in a lobby and I’m runnin’ up a little wars known with the lads
That’s goals, had chicks then sacked one, so many chicks said, “Bro, you could have one”
All got a mate that we all don’t rate, so when boy nuts out, yeah, ‘e scores ‘im a fat one
One, two, three, have fun, don’t call back, I’m a slut, I’m a bad cunt
But I’m honest ‘bout it, fuck cups, get the bottles ‘bout it
Book the whole booth out, smoke the shit out, get the chronic ‘bout it
If you’re prolly ‘bout it, look, look, look
She want that mani, that pedi, you know I’ma get ‘er that perm extensions
And that thing go vroom, vroom, sound o’ the German engine
I’ma stare in your eyes, fuck, perfect tension
Fuck all this talkin’, girl, ‘cause your curves are bendin’