Andrew Applepie - Salted Caramel

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And I start to clap
'Cause I’m feeling good
My room is empty
All it has
Is a guitar and snare drum
I bang on it
Is this life?
I guess it’s fine
For a while
I got little penguins on my socks right
I got little ducks on my boxers
I’m essentially a man-child
I don’t think I’ll ever change
Whenever I go into your house, man
It looks like a museum
Makes me feel nauseous
Makes me feel stuff
And I start to clap
'Cause I’m feeling good
Got salted caramels
Yeah I’m feeling (Good)
And I start to clap
'Cause I’m feeling good
Got salted caramels
Yeah I’m feeling (Good)
Yeah I start to (Clap)
And I do something
To waste your time
You do something
To waste mine
I write little poems 'bout my sorrows
I write pretty songs for my one love
I try to cater to my brain cells
And I’m a hopeless romantic
Now my friend open up your backdoor
And flush out the privilege
We both need to be better
At stuff
And I start to clap
'Cause I’m feeling good
Got salted caramels
Yeah I’m feeling good
Yeah I start to clap
'Cause I’m feeling good
Got salted caramels
Yeah I’m feeling good
Yeah I start to clap
'Cause I’m feeling good
Got salted caramels
Yeah I’m feeling goo-oo-ood
Yeah I start to clap
Yeah I start to clap
And I start to clap
'Cause I’m feeling good