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 Im 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 Im dead & bloated

Ohh yeah, and she says its natural
I feel Ive come of age
When she peeks I start to run
Ohh yeah, and she says its natural
I feel Ive come of age
When she peeks I start to run

You cant swallow what Im thinkin
You cant swallow what Im thinkin

I am trampled under sole of
Antoher man;s shoes
Guess I walked too softly

Ohh yeah, and she says its natural
I feel Ive come of age
When she peeks I start to run
Ohh yeah, and she says its natural
I feel Ive come of age
When she peeks I start to run

You cant swallow what Im thinkin
You cant swallow what Im thinkin

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
cause Im 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