Gina De Bosschere - I.M.PERFECT

{Verse 1: GINA}
Yeah
This how I’d describe
Perfectly imperfect
I don't think that rhymes
This song is advice
I’m jumping so high
I’m tryna get by
I don’t see the light
When I get that supply
I’m gonna apply
I’m my ride or die
Wait
Pass me that fry

{Pre-Chorus: GINA}
I feel like Bill Nye
But sometimes I might
Just go down the line
I’m driving so fast
I’m driving my mind
Into its disguise
Yeah

{Chorus: GINA}
We all need that bank
So we always say thanks forgetting to blink
When we start to think, yeah
The harder I look
The mirror goes crook I make up a call
I’m going tomorrow to see my girl Brooke
With some hope that she’s good
Stay close that guide cuz
That will be my hook and
She fix up my look still feelin like

{Post-Chorus: GINA}
I’m exhausted
Redesigning
I gotta like this I’m thinkin, convincin
If I’m perfect
I think I’m worth it
But I hate this Imperfect I’m growing

{Verse 2: YUNA}
Feelin insecure
And a bit unsure
Though I never did before, Uh uh
Taking a detour, still a bit unsure
Done never felt this before
Feels like a chore, yeah
Lock up the door
Haste que yo se
No puedo esconder
Ni volver nadie que pueda entender

{Chorus: GINA}
I’m exhausted
Redesigning
I gotta like this I’m thinkin, convincin
If I’m perfect
I think I’m worth it
But I hate this Imperfect I’m growing

{Verse 3: GINA}
It affects my mood now I’m feelin good
Don’t even need Brooke
Hoppin that fence
Yeah it’s not a Benz
Now I’m outta breath
Whooo whooo
I’m catching my breath
I’m finding my pace
I used to feel bent
Perfectly Imperfect that’s how we’re made
Let’s hope I don’t fade

{Chorus: GINA}
I’m exhausted
Redesigning
I gotta like this I’m thinkin, convincin
I’m imperfect
I know I’m worth it
Start to like this imperfect I’m growing

{Verse 3: GINA}
You sat at my throne
You must be stoned
Then you gave me that tone
Imperfect I’m perfect step one know you’re worth it
Now you fix up the bond precise and up high
My name is J bond
A new kind of broad double o’ 9
I’m taking that pride
I do better at night
They know how to lie
Perfectly imperfect
And it still doesn’t rhyme