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