Dead & Bloated




I am smellin' like the rose that somebody gave me, on my birthday deathbed
I am smellin' like the rose that somebody gave me cause I'm dead & bloated

I am smellin' like the rose that somebody gave me, on my birthday deathbed
I am smellin' like the rose that somebody gave me cause I'm dead & bloated

oh yeah, and she says it's natural
I feel I've come of age
when she peeks I start to run
oh yeah, and she says it's natural
I feel I've come of age
when she peeks I start to run

you can't swallow what I'm thinkin'
you can't swallow what I'm thinkin'

I am smellin' like the rose that somebody gave me, on my birthday deathbed
I am trampled under sole of another man's shoes, guess I walk too softly

oh yeah, and she says it's natural
I feel I've come of age
when she peeks I start to run
oh yeah, and she says it's natural
I feel I've come of age
when she peeks I start to run

you can't swallow what I'm thinkin'
you can't swallow what I'm thinkin'
I run through the world thinkin' bout tomorrow, thinkin' 'bout tomorrow
I run through the world thinkin' bout tomorrow, thinkin' 'bout tomorow

I am smellin' like the rose that somebody gave me, on my birthday deathbed
I am smellin' like the rose that somebody gave me cause I'm dead & bloated

I run through the world thinkin' bout tomorrow, thinkin' 'bout tomorrow
I run through the world thinkin' bout tomorrow, thinkin' 'bout tomorrow
I run through the world thinkin' bout tomorrow, thinkin' 'bout tomorrow
I run through the world thinkin' bout tomorrow, thinkin' 'bout tomorrow

I am smellin' like the rose that somebody gave me, on my birthday deathbed
I am smellin' like the rose that somebody gave me, somebody gave me, somebody gave me, on my birthday deathbed



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