I know I am looking for a perfect love

Eyes open, eyes open for sure

I been lookin', I been lookin', peephole at the door

Hoping that the mailman could leave a box with a stamp

So I can mail my heart to you, shit you don't even know, come on

Eyes open, eyes open for sure

I been lookin', I been lookin', peephole at the door

Hoping that the mailman could leave a box with a stamp

So 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 years

We bought each other matching grills, nobody's swag came near

And a mean Harlem joint who gеt drunk all the time

She say, "Hit it from bеhind while I sip some wine"

And my first? She was in a Ralph Lauren pageant

R.I.P Tennille, I never dreamed you'd be passin'

I'm a ghetto bitch, rich bitch, movie star assassin

Still a fucker, B-list model with wack fashion

Had a freak Houston chick that love to lick the gooch (Oop)

Fresh tattoos because the BBL is new

Redhead Brazilian with her freckles in the hoops

I was fuckin' a Parisian in a little Benz coupe (Vroom)

And we drive to Novo in Malibu, she workin' out

Got me runnin' up sand dunes

And I ain't gotta wear a mask like MF DOOM

You 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 on

Eyes open, eyes open for sure (I've been lookin')

I been lookin', I been lookin', peephole at the door

Hoping that the mailman could leave a box with a stamp

So 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 features

I was raised by (Who?) women, so I listen

Got nine inches, and I'll eat your peach, you're sugar sweet, I set a boundary

I 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 pastries

If it's mutual, it's zip-tied or not

I 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 me

But that's a hypothetical qualm

Until 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 stamp

So 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 door

Hoping that the mailman could leave a box with a stamp

So I can mail my heart to you, shit you don't even know, come on (For the perfect love)

I been looking, I been searching

For the perfect love

I been looking

(I know I am looking for a perfect love