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
Ohhh 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'
I run through the world
Thinking about tomorrow
Thinking about tomorrow