Perfect Aim - Lil Boss

So sweet I can hardly speak Due to such trauma in my teeth But your body language is telling me That you're worth the pain So weak I can hardly keep Shaky legs holding up my feet But your body language is telling me That I'm not to blame Practice makes perfect Practice makes perfect sense I've become what a mother wouldn't want in a son And I have done a few things I regret But practice makes perfect Practice makes perfect sense to me Wake up at first light, hearing you calling out For your criminal clothing that fled the scene Upon being ripped free Conversation ensued And I wanna do so many things to you Sip after sip, you insist you're a hit Sip after sip, yeah, I swear I can feel it Practice makes perfect Practice makes perfect sense I've become what a mother wouldn't want in a son And I have done a few things I regret I've become what a mother wouldn't want in a son And I have done what a mother wouldn't want What a mother wouldn't want in a son Practice makes perfect Practice makes perfect sense Practice makes perfect Practice makes perfect sense I've become what a mother wouldn't want in a son And I have done a few things I regret I've become what a mother wouldn't want in a son And I have done what a mother wouldn't want What a mother wouldn't want in a son Practice makes perfect Practice makes perfect sense Practice makes perfect Practice makes perfect sense to me

We're in a room and in my mind you're undressing Rubbing yourself on my performance And thinking of different outcomes And what led up to this You can't tell and I'm sitting across from you You can't tell and I've spent hours picturing you under me You should see the map I've laid out for you Cauterized on the corners I use crosses as pens to keep the placement holy As reparation for my sin I punish myself You're clueless and the space between us absorbs you I nourished you with what you need for health and good condition And in your bedroom I saved a seat so I can experiment With my ideas and what I actually see I repeatedly erase the dreams I have of me carving an animal out of your body I want to be a part of your medical diary Preserving your trim As reparation for my sins I punish myself You're clueless and the space between us absorbs you You're clueless and the space between us absorbs you Confessing my compulsion to the priest He shivers in the booth next to me I tell him all about my ideologies He prays for me out of courtesy As reparation for my sin I punish myself You're clueless and the space between us absorbs you You're clueless and the space between us absorbs you I walk home to find myself filling up the sink I dip my head down deep but it's not me moving I'm forced to count down the last few minutes of my breathing Fortunate for you to be my perpetual aim As reparation for my sin I punish myself