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Dance Gavin Dance - Chocolate Jackalope
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Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Tilian Pearson
Tilian Pearson
Vocals
Jonathan Mess
Jonathan Mess
Vocals
Will Swan
Will Swan
Guitar
Tim Feerick
Tim Feerick
Bass
Matthew Mingus
Matthew Mingus
Drums
Martin Bianchini
Martin Bianchini
Guitar
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Tilian Pearson
Tilian Pearson
Songwriter
Jonathan Mess
Jonathan Mess
Songwriter
Will Swan
Will Swan
Songwriter
Tim Feerick
Tim Feerick
Songwriter
Matthew Mingus
Matthew Mingus
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Kris Crummett
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 Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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