Songtexte Native Tongue - My Kid Brother

Caught you lookin' past my shoulder
Gonna tell you in my native tongue
But if the wrist does a twist
The you'll know that the wicked eat their young

People scratchin' just to taste it
Like they don't know right from wrong
But this place has a taste
And the flavors live the barrel of a gun

Standin in the sun-soaked streets
In the land of perfect teeth
Hate to say I told you so
With such sincerity

Someone take me home
Cut me through the clouds
Back to Leesburg I found out
I'm a sentimental dog who comes around
But don't belong
I miss my native tongue

Someone take me home
Cut me through the clouds
Back to Leesburg I found out
I'm a sentimental dog who comes around
But don't belong
I miss my native tongue

You're so desperate to impress us
Raise your finger take a call
Felt so hip in your kicks
Couldn't wait to let me know how much they cost

Act like you're so far above it
Guess that I should bite my tongue
To be fair we don't share much at all
Except the air inside our lungs

Standin' in the sun-soaked streets
In the land of perfect teeth
Hate to say I told you so
With such sincerity

Someone take me home
Cut me through the clouds
Back to Leesburg I found out
I'm a sentimental dog who comes around
But don't belong
I miss my native tongue

Someone take me home
Cut me through the clouds
Back to Leesburg I found out
I'm a sentimental dog who comes around
But don't belong
I miss my native tongue