Nightgowns - Tom Misch, Loyle Carner

There was something 'bout her face

Something 'bout the way that they would taste

Little lips after slipping everything she shouldn’t say

Saying everything that couldn’t wait

Saying wouldn’t it be great

A little bait heard a little late

Years of trying me, finally, im a slip her on a date

Saying wait, the day will break

Trying to play it straight

But she was 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 Heaven in the hell holes

Waiting for a situation saying we should quote those feelings

We’re feeling, cause I dont get no ease in the evening

Release when Im dreaming

And she would say she can’t believe what shes reading

Cause everthing I write has been misleading, she needs him

She, needs him

Uh-uh she needs him

She, needs him

It be the, friday night

Filling it with fifa

I got that Slum village seeping through the speaker

I need her

Deeper than the reasons had to leave her

But she ain’t thinking 'bout me I ain’t 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

Alone, grab her breath and groan speak after the tone like

Ayo 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 no early morning lay it low no more

They say the situations straying

You’re delaying, I ain’t praying no more

What you playing those for

I played my cards right, twice, for nothing

No I ain’t waiting no more

Fin