Salted Caramel

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 manchild 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 I'm feeling good Yeah I start to clap Clap Yeah I start to clap Yeah I start to clap 'Cause I'm feeling good