[Intro] Half-raspy Heart heavy Yeah [Verse 1] Mama said “baby, you tried” But trying ain't fixing my pride Dirt on my name and my Nikes Still tripping over my vices (uh) I been that promise I broke I been that prayer I spoke Sunday suit in the closet Monday I’m back to the smoke (yeah) Tattooed all of my wrongs Write ‘em in permanent ink Halo left me on read Devil just poured me a drink [Chorus] Ain’t nobody perfect down here (down here) We all ride with a little bit of fear (oh yeah) We all lie, we all cry, we all hurt Still we wake up, chase grace in the dirt Ain’t nobody perfect, I swear (I swear) If I say I am, that mean I’m impaired So I own my flaws, let ‘em show in the verse ‘Cause ain’t nobody perfect on earth [Verse 2] Backslide, backroad, back home Same fight I been in, that’s grown Granddaddy Bible on the dash Seat full of empty cans, clash I judge you ‘fore I know you Then hate myself ‘cause I know truth Mirror talking like an old friend “Boy, you gon’ trip ‘til the road end” (road end) I been the one that I blame I been the one that I save Angel on one of my shoulders Other one asking for change [Chorus] Ain’t nobody perfect down here (down here) We all ride with a little bit of fear (yeah) We all fall, we all stall, we get hurt Still we wake up, chase grace in the dirt Ain’t nobody perfect, I swear (I swear) If I say I am, that mean I’m impaired So I own my scars, let ‘em glow in the verse ‘Cause ain’t nobody perfect on earth [Bridge] Tell me who clean in this mud? Tell me who pure in this flood? (who?) We all got secrets we tuck We all got people we cut But I still lean on my faith Even when I’m outta place If I’m too lost to be found Lord, just walk with me now (walk with me now) [Chorus] Ain’t nobody perfect down here (down here) We all ride with a little bit of fear We all lie, we all try, we get hurt Still we wake up, chase grace in the dirt Ain’t nobody perfect, I swear (I swear) If I say I am, that mean I’m impaired So I give my flaws, every line, every word ‘Cause ain’t nobody perfect on earth (on earth)

rap, Moody Southern trap with half-raspy male vocals, swung hi-hats, detuned bells, and a thick sub. Verses stay sparse with roomy 808s and distant organ stabs; chorus gets bigger with stacked call-and-response ad-libs and a gritty top-line. Slight tape-warp feel on the master for grime, then lift the last hook with extra harmonies and a brighter clap., hip hop

Nobody Perfect Down Here