[Chorus 1]

Tasty youthful

Tasty youthful

My nArisu

I'm so fruitful

Pick and choses

So I'm duces

We're so life

We both pump fluid

[Verse 1]

Hold your hand

Whatever you say could define me

Three real life strikes, I could rewind thee

Lap past the last base

CTRL Z spree

Hold my hand

What you think of nonformal writing

Exception to rules; your timing

Same clock tomorrow we're winding

To be so crossed

Looping like whipsaw you binding?

Once naïve psyche left crying

Echoed to age soul, foul routine

Constant sidetrack

You ride my back

The only one, I'm like your son

Yes, they all shunned

We made them run

You demand marry the moon not the sun

Gospel like Clipse, magazine sick

Flip through the pages it pack happiness

So much in common you eared out my gossip

Fam tell me caution unlike them you watching

[Chorus 2]

Tasty youthful

Tasty youthful

My nArisu

We're so fruitful

Manufactured warmth

I'm pupil

Tolerance hefty this crucial

[Verse 2]

Hold my hand

Where's your strength your program is wobble

Need distractions said you was immortal

Pass the relief, aching for your bowl

Hold your hand

Are you the reason I can't define me?

Mental maturity freed from fantasy?

Gravity pulled away from family

I'm so crossed

Looping I'm group in foul decree

Not aware of my sign up please fire me

Little I had is gone and you were the key