Nobody's Perfect (feat. Missy Elliott)

[Verse 1: J. Cole]
This is for all the fans that waited, the [bad word] niggas that hated
 Old hoes we dated, look mama, we made it
 Your son out in Barbados, cheese eggs and potatoes
 Smokin' weed on the beach as my mind workin' like Play Dough
 Analyzin' the world, fantasizin' about girls
 I'm handin' diamonds and pearls and vandalizin' her pearls
 Sweating her weave out, moans as she breathes out [bad word] I'm doin' in parties with Hova and Steve Stout
 I step over pirhannas, death over dishonor
They killin niggas for J's, that's death over designer
 Hey Cole heatin' up like that left-over lasagna
 Remember when I used to be stressed over Dawana
Now a [bad word] only textin' distress over Rihannas
 I'm talkin' tens and better, hood [bad word] in Timbs and sweaters
 And we always argue about the same thing
 Tell me why we gotta argue about the same thing?

 [Missy Elliott]
 Nobody's perfect, nobody's perfect eh
 But you're perfect for me
Rollin', we ridin'
 He like to go inside and
 I love to go all night and
 We rock the boat, Poseidon
 I love to call your name, name, name
 Baby I love to call your name, name, name

 [Verse 2: J. Cole]
Oh yeah, to my college girl, take the weekend off and come home soon
 I graduated way too long ago to be sneakin' all in your dorm room
 But, this ain't tight like Fort Knox
 So I call you when the tour stops
But baby with your roommates, could you make sure the door's locked?
 She love it when we get together
 Smoke a little weed but the [bad word] together
 Now that I'm on, I can pick and choose
 Only [bad word] with hoes who got [bad word] to lose
 Yeah, I heard stories about different dudes
 Her man on campus but it's fine by me
Say she only [bad word] like 4-5 niggas, so you know you gotta multiply by 3

 [Hook]