Kenna Wong - Miss Educated (feat. Alec Gaston)

Let the pain slip away
Let the world slip away
I been standing on a wave
Gone for too long
Get out the fucking way
Much more bravado than an organ inquires
Blush on a model this heart not for hire
Rush full throttle till your world tipping sideways
Hand me down trouble sell it out of your driveway
Crush on a problem give the baby a new name
This a matinee in the middle of Tuesday
This much drama only fit for the movies
French like Godard misinterpret the new wave
Bauhaus blues make a pup grow a new face
Bleach gold fronts look better than toothpaste
Split with my therapist the girl is a toothache
The girl is a toothache
Who's that creeping in my window
Colt 45 with my hands akimbo
Blow a whole cartridge on the boy Nintendo
Smoke out the whole like the game is endo
Enemy close they end up in the friend zone
Couldn't see it coming, how the boy get his head blown
Too cutthroat you could say that the neck froze
Edge of the world TV keep me on ten toes
Six feet deep how you drown in the mental
Slip a disc trying to grip on a vice
Nothing special bout an itch with a heedful of lice
It's a rental what a bitch you subscribed to the life
Got a ticket for a prize heaven just upped the price
Take the grief out your eyes
Seen it leak on the cheek infinite on supply
Please don't speak about vibes
Little speech spent a week trying to rehearse your lies
Everything you say
Just happened today
I hear you learning
Don't let it slip away
Miss educated
Shake off your lies what the world requires
Love sweet love let baby remind you
Pussy is glued to a building on fire
I can smell the science behind your eyelids
Hush shut up keep your lips closed and quiet
Show me your teeth when your heart is on fire
Give me a reason to keep up with mileage
Slow dance in the rain make a grown-up feel childish
Kiss me on the forehead wanna drift into violet
I wanna drift into violet
Hands in the air I cut my neck just to breath
I cut my neck
Hands in the air cut my neck just to breath
Drift into violet
Hands in the air I cut my neck just to breath
Stay the fuck away from me
Hands in the air cut my neck just to breath
Back off six feet
I ain't wanna die I wanna live
Leave my head inside the tv and my body at the crib
On the couch with a pound of some hash and a cig
A vial full of acid I've been living in my head
Runaway in a rental with a tank full of gas
Shotgun in the back and a briefcase full of cash
Somebody let me live
Moving like a felon that just broke out the pen
Escaping from my friends and my family just to live
Health feeling good but my head feeling sick
Health feeling good but my head feeling sick
Keep your hands up this been the anthem
Keep your hands up this been the anthem
Somebody calling I ain't fucking answer
Keep your hands up this been the anthem
Somebody calling I ain't fucking answer
Keep your hands up this the fucking anthem
Somebody calling I ain't fucking answer

Written by:
Adam Kenner

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