Perfect Fit

Main bitch told a lie, side hoe told the truth

I gotta make it outta here, can't die in my youth

I stepped up to the plate, called my shot like Babe Ruth

There's no more time to waste, homie, I don't know bout you

I keep seein' her face when I'm dreamin' in my room

Never would've thought that our love would come to a doom

Always in my thoughts, in my head you consume

I'm hoping you're doing well on your own, doing better

Made it through the shitstorm, made it through the weather

Now I gotta wash my back, they doing setups

Smoking on that salad pack, ain't talking lettuce