Verse #1

A good debat, an autograph

Distinguished art, a panic attack

I measure myself again and again

Those socks are so soft but those feet smell so bad

I said fuck it dog life's a risk

There's hair on my nipple but none on my fist

It's in those greedy thoughts, a moving start

I'm stuck in a gaze and I need to get out of it

Chorus

You keep talking business to me

I really need a good result

You can count on my agreement

I see you on the seventh floor

Verse #2

A parking lot, a trampoline

Get distracted, caught into the scene

I walk in a trance towards the end

I have to keep it up doing my skincare routine

I can't look at the facts and i can't reject

I will do it all and I will fuck it up

It's in those greedy thoughts, a moving start

I'm stuck in a gaze and I need to get out of it

Chorus x2

Verse #3

A bath of soap, no enemies

Some abracadabra, a boring disease

I need something to brag (about), or a running gag I am head over heals and I just

My feet smell so bad

My feet smell so bad

My feet smell so bad

My feet smell so bad