letra de a glimpse of your heart - sun kissed kid
[intro]
(here goes nothin’)
[chorus]
i caught a glimpse of your heart
hoping to find something more
deep in the shadows, it burns
feeling its way to my own
[verse 1]
these days, i’m not really feeling that much
squeeze me hard like a tube of toothpaste before you brush
can’t we skip to the makeup? we could call it lush
or call it l-st, hope, love, i sit alone in my bathtub
wishing that these jets could fly
high, high up to the heavens ‘till i touch the sky like yeezy
boost my mood give me a new att-tude
i hate to be rude, but d-mn dude, this world h-lla dark
i search for light in it, i lost my sight in it
cower all alone in a corner, all bark, i got no bite in it
you’re going silent
so, please answer this sos before i die in it
[chorus]
i caught a glimpse of your heart
hoping to find something more
deep in the shadows, it burns
feeling its way to my own
[verse 2]
i thought i had it for a moment, but i lost it
tony look around, need an angel, farrah fawcett
like, even cameron diaz lookin’ h-lla aryan
like, i know that she’s latina, but still angel with light skin
and like so thin, like, my mama feel broken
like, no wonder why we end up with a white michael jackson
like pedro infante sang, paint them angels with dark skin
if this is your p-ssion, then it’s time for some action
grab that paintbrush mothaf-cka and mix them colors around
some might say it’s ugly, but god created brown
so it can’t be
no more segregated color palettes, time to live in harmony
[outro]
(okay google, call pedro)
(calling pedro, work)
(hey, this is pedro at the front desk, leave a message after the tone)
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