Standard (EADGBE)
So sweet i can hardly speak due to such trauma in my teeth
But your body language is telling me that im worth the pain
So weak i can hardly keep shaky legs holding up my feet
But your body language is tellin me that im not to blame
But practice makes perfect
Practice makes perfect Sense
I've become what a mother wouldnt want in a son
And I have done a few things i regret
Yeah practice makes perfect
Practice makes perfect sense to me
Wake up, first light hearing you calling out
sus
For your criminal court, then you fled the scene upon being let 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