Kids Get Away Songtext

von Jamaican Queens

I follow you home
And I borrow your phone.
You keep letting all the children on your block
Keep slashing your tires.
I was covered in mace.
Lover, they cut up your face.
Throwing up I hit the ground in shame.
As the kids drove away.
I'm annoyed by the sound that keeps leaving your mouth,
And at the hospital I see your eyes staring at mine.
And as that bitch births Hell inside my brain,
We let the kids get away.
I wanna help you to bed and I wanna do what you said.
As all the compliments go to my head,
It's disillusion again.
I wanna get in your shower and I wanna be with you now.
Your face heals up and now you look like me--
How unfortunately.
And as I tear the fucking rubble from your face,
We let the kids get away.
And I see them almost every fucking day. We let the kids get away.