Chinatown
I met this girl, when I was out
She was so reserved, with the brightest smile
Her hair was dark and her eyes were brown
I fell in love in Chinatown
A million little suns hang inches overhead
A crowded hall cuts trenches to the left
Foreign tongue in my vernacular slack, I should have studied
I just sketched all my dreams while I sat in the back
Short skirts with the modest appeal
The barrier's there but the honesty's real, aversion
We don't look in the eye much, it's sci-fi and alien to us getting faded in the cut
It's Mr. "Hey can I just get a fucking break between the awkward spells?"
She'd just as rather take a walk in Hell
I'm thinking self-image and shit, I need glasses
If she can, why can't I see past it?
Fingertips brushed together, freefall, I wish that I could function better
Gravity's gone, there's no coming back
And I just want the fucking summer back
I met this girl, when I was out
She was so reserved, with the brightest smile
Her hair was dark and her eyes were brown
I fell in love in Chinatown
A trillion little stars dust the blanket above us
How, small are we while the cosmos breathes but for a moment my scale changed
Nothing matters but the actions of this female's frame
I say, arcade screens in the backdrop and she pulls me by the hand, take me to the back block
Shout's out to Menkoi, gotta give 'em mad props, green tea by the lake, drink it to the last drop
Where the hell does the time go? The rhyme's slow
But her blindfold make me mind go up high, woah
Overlooking the city
Wabi-sabi sitting crooked it's pretty, I'm type giddy
If I give her a kiss she'll remember me
Stuck inside her memory, my idiosyncrasies
And shorty was the finest round
I met her down in Chinatown
I met this girl, when I was out
She was so reserved, with the brightest smile
Her hair was dark and her eyes were brown
I fell in love in Chinatown
She was so reserved, with the brightest smile
Her hair was dark and her eyes were brown
I fell in love in Chinatown
A million little suns hang inches overhead
A crowded hall cuts trenches to the left
Foreign tongue in my vernacular slack, I should have studied
I just sketched all my dreams while I sat in the back
Short skirts with the modest appeal
The barrier's there but the honesty's real, aversion
We don't look in the eye much, it's sci-fi and alien to us getting faded in the cut
It's Mr. "Hey can I just get a fucking break between the awkward spells?"
She'd just as rather take a walk in Hell
I'm thinking self-image and shit, I need glasses
If she can, why can't I see past it?
Fingertips brushed together, freefall, I wish that I could function better
Gravity's gone, there's no coming back
And I just want the fucking summer back
I met this girl, when I was out
She was so reserved, with the brightest smile
Her hair was dark and her eyes were brown
I fell in love in Chinatown
A trillion little stars dust the blanket above us
How, small are we while the cosmos breathes but for a moment my scale changed
Nothing matters but the actions of this female's frame
I say, arcade screens in the backdrop and she pulls me by the hand, take me to the back block
Shout's out to Menkoi, gotta give 'em mad props, green tea by the lake, drink it to the last drop
Where the hell does the time go? The rhyme's slow
But her blindfold make me mind go up high, woah
Overlooking the city
Wabi-sabi sitting crooked it's pretty, I'm type giddy
If I give her a kiss she'll remember me
Stuck inside her memory, my idiosyncrasies
And shorty was the finest round
I met her down in Chinatown
I met this girl, when I was out
She was so reserved, with the brightest smile
Her hair was dark and her eyes were brown
I fell in love in Chinatown
Credits
Writer(s): Unknown Composer Author, Ravil Melling, Dennis Billy Nettles Jr
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