fall from the sky just to learn how to fly don t even gotta put me in the dirt when i die i m not perfect i try i m tryna free my hands grab the day by the throat gotta get a grip but i m at the end of my rope i m not perfect i know i know and if i had a spare moment i d probably loan it to somebody who needed to hold it life s indecisive might slice you open or show compassion and throw you back into the ocean i m tryna keep my faith on the path but the landscape s full of danger flags you can change your name and still live in the past daddy was the face on a package of zig zags fall from the sky just to learn how to fly don t even gotta put me in the dirt when i die i m not perfect i try i try you might fade away you might burst in flames ain t no reason you should even try to search my name i m not perfect okay i m a father and a son of a southsider mouth full of hot dish pop lifer and this little piggy squealed like a cop s tire when i set the aux on fire like it s a box of spiders you the opposite of truth you over produced you gotta grow more toes you wanna fill these shoes you gotta make love like there s nothin to lose you wanna wake up the world but there s a button for snooze fall from the sky just to learn how to fly don t even gotta put me in the dirt when i die i m not perfect i try i try i try we gotta work it out cause i ain t turning around the same person that i was when the curtains were down i m not perfect what now huh what now  some say that i pass none say that i m passive white trash with a fraction of blackness my mathematics got native blood too but no matter where i stand either way it s fuck you i ve never been a victim of police harassment and i knew what they seen when i turned job absent irish name scandinavian frame i m a rubik s cube i m the american dream check it out i m a feminist i m also a misogynist spit like an arsonist dick like an obelisk and i promise if you ever hear me contradict myself it s not a sign of the apocalypse i ve been an asshole before it was fashionable and when it s out of style i ll be the last to know and if illuminati listenin i don t wanna plateau who i have to blow to play the halftime show huh fall from the sky just to learn how to fly don t even gotta put me in the dirt when i die i m not perfect i try lord knows i try on the day of death may you deserve respect don t ever forget that it was worth your breath i m not perfect not yet not yet not yet i m not perfect but i m this that and this3