Perfect Hand

yea
i’m not rolling nowhere without my ball
look at my ball it’s perfect
i might crush in summer but i love in fall
i’m pretty sure winter’s perfect
i’m not playing numbers
i’m painting facts
lie in this light it’s perfect
i don’t mind the present and i like the past
i think that the future’s worth it
i’ll save the best of me
saving the best of me for you
and when you roll back home
i’ll be painting light for you
i make the best i can
doing the best that i can do
there’s something calling me
something’s calling me to you
i’m not making practice
i’m painting hands
look at your hand it’s perfect
i’m not singing fantasy at the sun
i’m not looking thirty
i’m looking one
i’ll save a part of me
saving a part of me in love
and when you roll back home
i wanna be painting here in love
you gotta be better you
i gotta be better me for that
i’ll save the best for you
saving the best of me for you
yea