[Chorus: The Wilde & Natalie Sullivan] You can have my bones and You can have my music but you You can have my clones and Can't have my soul yet You can have my bones and You can have my clones and You can have my music but you Can't have my soul yet Don't panic, don't trip Don't freak, don't flip Just breathe, grow up Can't sleep, so what Stress out, hide out A mess now, lie about it Tell yourself it's alright Stay up writing all night [Verse 1: The Wilde] I can't say why I picked a pa**ion in which I was sure to struggle See myself in Harry Potter, I'm a helpless f**ing muggle I'm allergic to sports, but I always gotta hustle And I'm good at s** and hugging, but still working on my snuggle Bout as thuggish as a Buzzfeed blogger, sans pretension I talk like I know but I'm filled with apprehension Attack tracks one at a time like fighting evil henchmen I intend to break into your mind and make you see a new dimension Time to look inside and find the kid they couldn't k** They can test me, stalk me, feed me pills But I'm living summer and I'm permanently chill If my youth is dead then this is my will If my youth is dead then this is my will [Chorus] You can have bones and You can have my clones and You can have my music but you Can't have my soul yet You can have my bones and You can have my music but you You can have my soul and Can't have my soul yet You can have my bones and You can have my soul and You can have my music but you Can't have my soul yet Don't panic, don't trip Don't freak, don't flip Just breathe, grow up Can't sleep, so what Stress out, hide out A mess now, lie about it Tell yourself it's alright Stay up writing all night