Perfect love

I know I am looking for a perfect loveEyes open, eyes open for sureI been lookin', I been lookin', peephole at the doorHoping that the mailman could leave a box with a stampSo I can mail my heart to you, shit you don't even know, come onEyes open, eyes open for sureI been lookin', I been lookin', peephole at the doorHoping that the mailman could leave a box with a stampSo I can mail my heart to you, shit you don't even know, come on (Took my grills out) I had a queen who I was with for about eight yearsWe bought each other matching grills, nobody's swag came nearAnd a mean Harlem joint who gеt drunk all the timeShe say, "Hit it from bеhind while I sip some wine"And my first? She was in a Ralph Lauren pageantR.I.P Tennille, I never dreamed you'd be passin'I'm a ghetto bitch, rich bitch, movie star assassinStill a fucker, B-list model with wack fashionHad a freak Houston chick that love to lick the gooch (Oop)Fresh tattoos because the BBL is newRedhead Brazilian with her freckles in the hoopsI was fuckin' a Parisian in a little Benz coupe (Vroom)And we drive to Novo in Malibu, she workin' outGot me runnin' up sand dunesAnd I ain't gotta wear a mask like MF DOOMYou gotta love me for me, I'm just livin' my truth(The perfect love)Eyes open, eyes open for sure (I've been lookin')I been lookin', I been lookin', peephole at the door (I've been searchin')Hopin' that the mailman could leave a box with a stamp (For the perfect love)So I can mail my heart to you, shit you don't even know, come onEyes open, eyes open for sure (I've been lookin')I been lookin', I been lookin', peephole at the doorHoping that the mailman could leave a box with a stampSo I can mail my heart to you, shit you don't even know, come on (Yeah) [Verse 3: Tyler, The Creator]Now when I meet you, I'ma greet you (Hey)They call me Baudelaire, and I'ma treat you like you clear (What?)Patcher, I'm a peasant to your featuresI was raised by (Who?) women, so I listenGot nine inches, and I'll eat your peach, you're sugar sweet, I set a boundaryI don't do the drugs, I don't like that shit around me (Fuck out of here)I like privacy, it's by decision if they found me (Hell nah)Erica and Amy is my shit, I like wanderin' in pastriesIf it's mutual, it's zip-tied or notI have a couple pups (Pups) before we sprint off (Off), sign this prenup ('Nup)Cause good things can turn out bad, oh, you gon' take half?Bitch, I'll have my little sister come and beat your ass, you think it's funny?You ain't penny songs, you ain't inking half the money (Nah)That's when I have to question if you ever truly love meBut that's a hypothetical qualmUntil then I wander 'round with this ring in my palm, now sing Eyes open, eyes open for sure (I've been lookin')I been lookin', I been lookin', peephole at the door (I've been seachin')Hoping that the mailman could leave a box with a stampSo I can mail my heart to you, shit you don't even know, come on (For the perfect love)Eyes open, eyes open for sure (I've been lookin')I been lookin', I been lookin', peephole at the doorHoping that the mailman could leave a box with a stampSo I can mail my heart to you, shit you don't even know, come on (For the perfect love)I been looking, I been searchingFor the perfect loveI been looking(I know I am looking for a perfect love