paroles de chanson Nightgowns - Tom Misch , Loyle Carner

There was something 'bout her face
Something 'bout the way they would taste
Lick her lips after slipping everything she should've say
And saying everything that couldnt wait

Saying wouldn't it be great
A little bait heard a little late
Trying to be finding me cause im a slipper on a date
Saying wait, the day will break

Trying to play it straight
But she be saying wake me up at eight
Now im talking late
Jack way back when I get eczema on my elbows

Before she found shelter in the shelt holes
We felt those, lows
That hevean in the hell holes
Waiting for a situation saying we should show those feelings

We're feeling, cause I dont get no Es in the evening
Release when Im dreaming
And she would say she cant believe what shes reading
Cause everthing i write has been misleading, she needs

It be the friday night
Filling it with fifa
Slum village sleeping through the speaker
I need her

Deeper than the reasons had to leave her
But she aint thinking 'bout me I aint thinking 'bout her neither either
Believe her or let it go
It seems the latter looks like losing over setting stone

Best to bell her phone
I'd rather see her but shes never home
So I start to moan all alone
Grab her breath and groan speak after the tone like

Yo its me what you saying
Its been a week I was playing
I know this isnt good for you but another night your staying
So help me Im just tryna find a way

It ain't to early morning lay it low
They say the situations straying
Your the player now you're praying no more
What you playing those for
I played my cards right, twice, for nothing
Now I ain't waiting no more

She needs it (Ah-ah she needs it)
She needs it (Ah-ah she needs it)
She needs it (Ah-ah she needs it)
She needs it
She needs it (Ah-ah she needs it)
She needs it (Ah-ah she needs it)