Perfect Time by Roddy Ricch

It’s the perfect time to rise.

Peanut butter seats reclinin’

On my mind.

Fame and fortune desired.

All I need is you so baby I’m fine.

Haven’t stopped dreaming bout your eyes.

Gave ourselves the chance to do this right.

Take our time and last all night,

Babe I’m yours and you are mine.

Feeling’ so high I’m flyin’.

I hope this lasts forever,

It’s the perfect time.