Doomtree - Kid Gloves
[Mictlan]
I don't fight just to bleed (I won't), I wear my stripes on my sleeve
They keep my heart where it's supposed to be
I know my enemy, only let my friends close to me
Cleared my head and woke myself from your broken dream
[Dessa]
It gets hard, doesn't 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
[Chorus: Dessa]
You felt real.., you felt real love (repeated)
I rock brass knuckles over my kid gloves
Like you wake up with busted teeth but know you felt real love..
I rock brass knuckles over my kid gloves
Broke your heart, broke your jaw but you know you felt real...
[Mictlan]
She's got that swagger now, dagger in the back
Flash dance of 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 it's calling
Got that last call, chasing the dream weaver and that's all
Those lips look like love to lip readers, but up close
The world's deadliest venom, girl playing woman
Swimming through men, liquored up to the linen
Daddy's little under-ager, undercover agent
Aging under the covers of a hundred lovers' faces
But let's face it, that make-up is wasting away her beauty
That's basic, filling a void but evasive and vacant
I try to avoid but she stays patiently naked
Crying wolf to this pagan until her Maybelline faded
And to her necklace and bracelet, it made her painless and jaded
Hated to chase her, hated it more when it came to date her
[Chorus: Dessa and Mictlan]
You felt real.., you felt real love (repeated)
I rock glass fronts over my bad teeth
Like you wake up with broken dreams but know you felt real love
I rock glass fronts over my bad teeth
Like you wake up with broken dreams but know you felt real love
[Dessa]
Babe it's work to whistle, if it's love it's labor
I'm the first to issue an admission of my bad behavior
I'm a mouthy little drunk and I'm a tyrant when I'm angry
Clumsy with company, careful with family
Break bones before promises, throw stones before towels
I get nervous at parties but I'm like bedrock at hospitals
So fuck my birth stone, what's my blood type
Let's do this thing with a little bold nerve and a little foresight
Course I expected that it got 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 pyre
But I got your back when your feet to the fire, love
Real Love
[Coda: Dessa and Mictlan]
(x2)
Real recognize real and counterfeit's rejected
Come correct or kindly leave the table now
Fold your hand but your pocket's 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
I've seen a ghost (I've seen a ghost) in every picture you've taken
This love is hidden in scripture, my pen is splintered and bloody
I hear a ghost in every record I'm making
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