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Credits
PERFORMING ARTISTS
Tilian Pearson
Vocals
Jonathan Mess
Vocals
Will Swan
Guitar
Tim Feerick
Bass
Matthew Mingus
Drums
Martin Bianchini
Guitar
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Tilian Pearson
Songwriter
Jonathan Mess
Songwriter
Will Swan
Songwriter
Tim Feerick
Songwriter
Matthew Mingus
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Kris Crummett
Mastering Engineer
Lyrics
Young enough to feel it, young enough to feel it
My body's young enough to feel this, hey
Young enough to feel it
My body rolls, my body rolls
I could see it gleaming from the back of my dinnerware
Your eye cream sprayed all over little bear
You could reconsider definition of childcare
Fourteen shapes and you pick the giant square
Young enough to feel it, young enough to feel it
My body's young enough to feel this, hey
Young enough to feel it
My body rolls, my body rolls
I couldn't face the fact that my ass ain't a plaque
There's a wall and my behind is not there
I couldn't wait to tap into the brain of my cat
And let him know he's my widdle baby meow-meow-boo
Up in the casino, ain't no doubt I'm 'bout to let it all go
You used to call me on my cellphone
But now you're petting all my friends for sure
Since 2005, I've been living a lie
I'm not even a man, I'm just a cat in disguise
I was born by surprise in the Egyptian times
Bring me a treat and I'll imprint your face forever
And I, I just want to be in my zone
I just want to be in control, no time for you
And God doesn't have a plan for me
Gonna be who I'm gonna be, no thanks to you
I fuck them bright clothes, the white guy guy-code
Burnt all the bridges, it's just a pile of wood
I couldn't wait though, admit I ate those
Book-flavored pavement, endorphin tongues
Shy fiction cloud absorbing pictures
Appearance shining, eclipse a culprit ear intake
A pillaplipton mixed in soap and whipped in dear face cloak
To steep me peefers with needle bop
I think of things that I haven't done
Packer Wilita, Tilly, Billy, block blood
Don't let go, I know you want a little more
Don't be gross and I'll be good to you (Ah-ah)
Call my phone, I know you want a little more
Let it flow, I can be good to you
You and I, we can linger under starlit skies
Help me survive
Writer(s): Timothy Thomas Feerick, Tillian Pearson, William Swan, Jonathan David Mess, Matthew James Mingus
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