Kenna Wong - Chase Away The Smile (feat. Alec Gaston)

And the girlfriends know
Exactly what we like
Tell me your secrets girl
I'm telling you mine
Three hours till the world collapse
I hope to see tomorrow
I hope to live today
I hope to turn the tv off and talk to living heads
I hope u pray
And the world get out your way
And you get out your head
And if you gotta runaway shoot heaven till it's dead
Roses always red that are closest to the fence
Fell outta the sky
Wound up in a cul-de-sac
This feel like suburbia
I don't know how to act
I need me some turbulence
Drove off in a Cadillac
A tiger shark on my back
Time governor
Those who keep the clock in check
Keep a hand on the wrist
And a ball in rotation
Go crazy with your face before I give away my patience
My touchdown is a fallout
Summer heat let the wind blow
Swallow the bean whole
(Do it to feel grown)
My chemist don't smoke rocks
My doctor just deal narcs
Grew up on soft porn
Upgraded to hardcore
My florist my shrink now
She call up my therapist
Prescribe me some Claritin
I can see new again
I feel like a born again
I feel like a born again
At height of kid Icarus
The devil wears amethyst
He lives in my cavities
In love with your vanity
You pray to his majesty
A cousin of tragedy
Is such a calamity
Shakespeare in a masterpiece
Oh what a masterpiece
What comes after the castle collapse on beach
Go crazy with your face
Go crazy with your face
Go crazy with your face
Watching the ocean leak
Something came over me
Go crazy with your face
Go crazy with your face
Go crazy with your face
Something came over me
Just like my father
His footsteps I follow
The apple fell off
On the ground till tomorrow
Get up when I need help
Reach for a new branch
The wings on my back
Couldn't carry the bone mass
In love with an avalanche
Call it a sidepiece
Halo on top of me
Your wings not behind me
Kick in my new fangs
Like Blood is a smooth taste
I'm dreaming on two shades
Blue is the new wave
Pastel in the shoe gaze
Red from the dope brain
Tiffany Stone Age
Sun looking profane
Loiter and obey
My yellow been Coldplay
Don't dog on my old days
Purple just show face
My English is homemade
From circular homies

Written by:
Adam Kenner

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