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 and 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 and bloated

Oh-oh-ooh, yeah-yeah

And she says it's natural

I feel I've come of age

When she peeks, I start to run

Oh-oh-ooh, yeah-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 walked too softly

Oh-oh-ooh, yeah-yeah

And she says it's natural

I feel I've come of age

When she peeks, I start to run

Oh-oh-ooh, yeah-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, thinking 'bout tomorrow

Thinking 'bout tomorrow

I run through the world, thinking 'bout tomorrow

Thinking '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

'Cause I'm dead and bloated

I run through the world, thinking 'bout tomorrow

Thinking 'bout tomorrow

I run through the world, thinking 'bout tomorrow

Thinking 'bout tomorrow

I run through the world, thinking 'bout tomorrow

Thinking 'bout tomorrow

I run through the world, thinking 'bout tomorrow

Thinking '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