PERFECTA Lyrics English Translation by Metrika
(feat. D.Basto)
The devil never goes out of style
He comes back with seven when you’re alone
When you don’t notice, when everything’s getting better
Here it’s Guess o’clock on the dot, there’s no time either anymore
I’m gonna leave you messed up in the head
By the sun it’ll be Rolexes and not much else
I’m gonna show you why my exes are crazy
And it’s that I’m a perfect one
The heiress, founder of the sect (Ah)
That puts all these bitches straight in line (Ah)
The trauma of all those dicks
There must be a reason they don’t let me go
And it’s that I’m a perfect one
They call me public service if I go out to front
And it’s that I’m a perfect one
You lining up, me at MAC
You lining up, me at MAC
And it’s that I’m a perfect one
They call me public service if I go out to front
And it’s that I’m a perfect one
You lining up, me at MAC
I don’t know what’s wrong with me, but I traumatize everyone
I act like them and they all freak out
They start shaking when I show up
I take their dick vomited out and I obsess them
And none of these loser dicks make me feel bad
Whoever wants mourning, let ’em die
They’re calling me on private while I play pool with the waitress
Wanna bet there’s someone outside?
I gotta decipher every time an SMS comes in
To see whose number that shit is
Sorry, babe, I’m somewhere else, it’s not that I didn’t love you
This goes for everyone, whoever it was
Perfect
Heiress, founder of the sect
That puts all these bitches straight in line
The trauma of all those dicks
There must be a reason they don’t let me go
Vampibimbo, soul collector
I tell you I love you, I’m so fake
I want something in exchange for what you’re missing
Evil doesn’t die, it takes form
I can’t go back, not now
Once you’ve seen the darkness, you carry it with you for the rest of your life
The devil never goes out of style
He comes back with seven when you’re alone
When you don’t notice, when everything’s getting better
Here it’s Guess o’clock on the dot, there’s no time either anymore
I’m gonna leave you messed up in the head
By the sun it’ll be Rolexes and not much else
I’m gonna show you why my exes are crazy
And it’s that I’m a perfect one
They call me public service if I go out to front
And it’s that I’m a perfect one
You lining up, me at MAC
You lining up, me at MAC
And it’s that I’m a perfect one
They call me public service if I go out to front
And it’s that I’m a perfect one
You lining up, me at MAC
You lining up, me at MAC