Salted Caramel - Andrew Applepie

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