Paroles Kid Gloves de Doomtree

Textes et Paroles de Kid Gloves

Mike Mictlan
I dont fight just to bleed (I wont)
I wear my stripes on my sleeve
And keep my heart where its supposed to be,
I know my enemy,
Only let my friends close to me,
Cleared my head, awoke myself from your broken dream,

Dessa
It gets hard doesnt it?
Like love and war is redundant,
Both demand strong hands, strong stomachs,
I rock brass knuckles over my kid gloves,
Like you wake up with busted teeth,
But know you felt real love,

You felt real, you felt real love
You felt real, you felt real love
I rock brass knuckles over my kid gloves
Like you wake up with busted teeth
But know you felt real love.
You felt real, you felt real love
You felt real, you felt real love
I rock brass knuckles over my kid gloves,
Broke your heart, broke your jaw,
But you know you felt real love

Mike Mictlan
Shes got that swagger now,
Dagger in the back, flash dance
A frantic answers to questions of fast cash
The face of an angel with the eyes of an alcoholic
Looking for love but always drunk when its calling
Got that last call,
Chasing a dream weaver and thats all
Those lips look like love to lip readers
But up close the worlds deadly as venom girl
Playing woman swimming through men liquored up to the limit
Daddys little under ager,
Under cover agent,
Agent under the covers of a hundred lovers faces,
But lets face it, that make up is wasting away her beauty,
Thats basic, filling the void but evasive and vacant
I tried to avoid but she stays patiently naked,
Crying wolf to this pagan
Until her Maybelline faded into her necklace and bracelet,
It made her painless and jaded
Hated to chase her, hated it more when it came to date her.


Both
You felt real, you felt real love
You felt real, you felt real love
I rock glass fronts over my bare teeth,
Like you wake up with broken dreams
But know you felt real love,
You felt real, you felt real love
You felt real, you felt real love
I rock glass fronts over my bare teeth,
Like you wake up with broken dreams
But know you felt real


Dessa
Babe its work to whistle,
If its love its labor.
Im the first to issue an admission of my bad behavior.
Im a mouthy little drunk and Im a tiger when Im angry
Comes with company, careful with family,
Break bones before promises, throw stones before towers
I get nervous at parties but Im like bedrock at hospitals
So fuck my birthstone, whats my blood type?
Lets do this thing with a little bold nerve and a little foresight, course I expect it should it get rough,
Cause it always does in life and love
Best you can do is try to find other survivors.
Take flight or get fried to the wire,
They light the brier,
But I got your back when your feet to the fire love

Both
Real recognize real, like counterfeits rejected
Calm collected kindly leave the table now
Fold your hand but your pockets not protected
It takes one to know one and two to double down
X2

My blood is thicker than liquor,
Your skin is thinner than money,
Ive seen a ghost in every picture youve taken,
This love is hidden in scripture,
My pen is splintered and bloody,
I hear a ghost in every record Im making.
X2

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