Perfectly Fresh, Apparently

Ooh, a packet of mustard

Ooh, a packet of gravy

Me and my bedroom

Everyone calls me crazy

Me and my deads, we play hide and seek

I want a water bottle and some cherry sweets

I walk around naked ′cause I am a freak

That I'm perfect, but you should just smell me feet

I think I'm shady, I think I'm neat

The truth comes creeping through the heat

But while the girl thinks she's flawless too

The world still tells us what we do

My bible girl thinks she's perfect

But in reality, she smells like a raccoon

I think I'm fresh, but my breath disagrees

We laugh so hard at the silly moon

Then hide in the chaos of the trees

I think I'm shiny, I think I'm neat

The truth comes creeping through the heat

My baba girl thinks she's flawless too

But the world still tells us what we do

Ooh, a bucket of maestro

Ooh, fuck it up crazy

We're weird, we're loud, we're gloriously shady