Kid Gloves

By Doomtree

On Doomtree

Released on July 28, 2008

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[Verse 1: Mictlan]

I don’t fight just to bleed (I won’t)

I wear my stripes on my sleeve

And keep my heart where it’s supposed to be

I know my enemy, only let my friends close to me

Cleared my head, awoke myself from your broken dream


[Verse 1: 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


[Hook: Dessa]

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


[Verse 2: Mictlan]

She’s got that swagger now

Dagger in the back, Flashdance

And 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 a dream weaver and that’s all

Those lips look like love to lip readers

But up close it’s the worlds 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 her beauty, that’s basic

Filling a void, but evasive and vacant

I tried to avoid, but she stays patiently naked

Crying wolf to this pagan until her Maybeline faded

Into her necklace and bracelet, it made her painless and jaded

I hated to chase her, hated it more when it came to dating


[Hook: 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


[Verse 3: 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 stone before towels

I get nervous at parties but I’m like bedrock at hospitals

So fuck my birthstone, what’s my blood type?

Let’s do this thing with a little bold nerve and a little foresight

‘course I expect the shit to 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 wire, they light the briar but

I got your back when you’re feet to the fire love


[Both]

Real recognize real, like counterfeits 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

Real recognize real, like counterfeits 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

My blood is thicker than liquor

Your skin is thinner than money

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

My blood is thicker than liquor

Your skin is thinner than money

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