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