Done Is Better Than Perfect

[Verse 1]
I ain't been talking to no one I keep to myself
A room at the end of my hall with empty shelves
It's me, myself, and I don't ever go out
'Cause I'm not that person (no more)
And I spent most my summer scratching songs
'Cause nothing that I wrote felt good enough
Is anything we do ever done?
'Cause I'm just not certain (no more)
And now I got some exes in the Valley
And I still got some women in Chicago
But love feels like a fucking uphill battle, yeah
And I don't think it's worth it (no more)

[Chorus]
And done is better than perfect, go figure
Done is better than perfect, you wit' it, yeah
And I've been treading in quicksand, trying to get my feet out from under me, yeah
If done is better than perfect, well, alright
Then I'm done, I'm done, I'm done

[Verse 2]
I ain't tweet about no shootings, 'cause there's too many shootings
And since y'all busy praying, I'll choose action over retweets
And the people over likes, why's the dead give us life?
Why does black lives matter, matter more than black lives?
You see the problem ain't the questions, it's the one that reads the message
And drafts up their reply, like, I'll get back to this after breakfast
Looks up from the kitchen table, lifts their plate up for some seconds
Uses the power that they've been given, while people starve cause there's no power, and
Sticks and stones can't break the bones of children toting guns (they can't)
But stripper clips and automatics drew that line in blood
At least I thought, yo, what the fuck, what kind of future are we building? (Huh)
'Cause all this floor plan shows is tall walls and short ceilings
And if y'all don't give a fuck, then I'm addicted to the sex (I am)
And if you really want advice, don't go into business with your friends
Don't recommend you quote my verses, 'cause I ain't close to perfect
And I used to smoke so much, I can't remember half my verses
I'm just someone with a voice, but, I ain't sure this mic is working (Nah)
As good at closing doors, as I am at closing curtains
I'm two pinky rings away from getting diamond in my teeth
And a couple songs away from living someone else's dream

[Outro]
Just know I'm done, but I ain't finished
And if this is where we're going, tell my unborn children
That the world ain't coming with them
If old habits die hard, it looks like I'm gon' make a killing
At the bathhouse