I Am the Girl with the Tiger and Prayer Tattoos versuri

Versuri Adia & Jae feat. AE, Dani, Jackson – I Am the Girl with the Tiger and Prayer Tattoos lyrics

I am the girl with the tiger and prayer tattoos
Neon scars and a mouth that won’t shut
I’m the one they taught to swallow
, the son of Mommy Dearest
And late rent notices
They dressed me up Like a Virgin
Then sold me rules in Sunday print
I scrub plates, fold shirts
Kiss the clock and pretend the coffee fixes it
Fuck your hymns, your tidy prayers —
My tiger claws through your quiet
Traditions weigh like winter coats
I burn them for warmth and spit the ash
They taught me to be the King of the Damned
To hide the tremor in my hands
I fix the heater, pay the bills
Laugh when the landlord says „man up.”
We Need to Talk About Jae —
Yeah, talk, then shut the door
There will be blood if I open up
But I’m tired of bleeding in silence
You Can’t Handle the Truth so you wrap it in polite lies
Clap Your Hands If You Believe
In the bullshit that keeps you safe
Let It Bleed —
Let the wound be loud, let the old gods hear us swear
We’re torn and frayed, angry and alive
And we don’t give a fuck if you stare
Slumber Party lipstick, gossip like knives
Mundane mornings with the same old fights
They want me small for the family tree
Roots neat and obedient
Party On Ae when I dance
Then judge the same hips when I leave
The earth keeps turning, people keep expecting
And I keep refusing to fit
I learned Stairway to Heaven in a house
With cracked ceilings and borrowed light
Clock in, clock out, dreams shrink to pocket change
Traditions tighten like a noose
There Will Be Blood they say like prophecy —
It’s just the cost of being honest here
I’m tired of being the quiet hero in someone else’s story
Everybody points fingers
Everybody Hates Satan when they need a villain
They forget the earth is tired, the old ways choke the throat
I spit on altars, I pray with middle fingers
I refuse to be small for your comfort
They taught me to swallow tears and call it strength
To bury the soft parts. But I’m bleeding truth, not drama —
Raw, ugly, real
I Think I’m Gonna Like It Here
If here means we stop pretending and start living
Mundane mornings, bills, the laundry pile —
This is our altar now. traditions and expectations
Passed down like cursed heirlooms — we burn some
Keep some. Torn and frayed, we stitch our own map
We’re angry, hurt, unapologetic, and alive
You Can’t Handle the Truth
So we scream it in the street
Clap Your Hands If You Believe in breaking what you keep
Let It Bleed until the old gods shut the fuck up
And learn our names
There Will Be Blood from the wounds of your traditions
From the earth that bears your games
We’re not saints, not martyrs —
Just two fucked-up people trying to breathe
I am the girl with the tiger and prayer tattoos —
I curse, I pray, I burn the rulebook I am Jae —
I cry, I stand, I refuse to be small
Exile on Gangnam St., messy and loud —
We live the mundane, we fight the old
We keep each other honest