I Think I Farted
We're at a part-y i'm feeling fart-y
so i say i need to make a phone call
i look around and without a sound
i quietly fart on the wall
i think i'm in the clear until you appear
there's no where for me to hide
you say what's that smell it stinks like hell
As if a small animal just died...
Rotten gas oooh ooh oh ooooh oh
Smells like ass oooh ooh ohoooh
I think I farted (on a wall) I think I farted (on a wall)
you're fast asleep when i feel one creep
i try to keep it inside the bed
like a good wine that ages with time
it's rotten and it's startin' to spread
you wake up in fear that a fire is near
from the smell of my own dutch oven
with no one else to frame i take the blame
you can't believe it's been me the whole time
Rotten gas oooh ooh oh ooooh oh
Smells like ass oooh ooh ohhoooh
I think I farted (in the bed)
I think I farted (in the bed)
On the couch on the wall on the table on the floor
beware of my stench it's rotten to the core
i'm a lady on the street but i'll smoke up the bed
just one quick whiff and you'll wind up dead
NO MATTER HOW HARD I PRAY
MY GAS WON'T GO AWAY
I KNOW THAT IT'S NOT OKAY
BUT PLEASE PLEASE DON'T SAY GOODBYE
I KNOW THAT MOST GIRLS TRY /
TO KEEP THEIR FLATULANCE INSIDE/
BUT I CAN'T LIE
I NEED A MAN
WHO KNOWS I PASS/ A LOT OF GASS/
THAT SMELLS LIKE ASS/
AND IT'S HERE TO LAST FOR INFINITY AND BEYOND/
Rotten gas oooh ooh oh ooooh oh
Smells like ass oooh ooh ohhoooh
I think I farted
I think I farted
so i say i need to make a phone call
i look around and without a sound
i quietly fart on the wall
i think i'm in the clear until you appear
there's no where for me to hide
you say what's that smell it stinks like hell
As if a small animal just died...
Rotten gas oooh ooh oh ooooh oh
Smells like ass oooh ooh ohoooh
I think I farted (on a wall) I think I farted (on a wall)
you're fast asleep when i feel one creep
i try to keep it inside the bed
like a good wine that ages with time
it's rotten and it's startin' to spread
you wake up in fear that a fire is near
from the smell of my own dutch oven
with no one else to frame i take the blame
you can't believe it's been me the whole time
Rotten gas oooh ooh oh ooooh oh
Smells like ass oooh ooh ohhoooh
I think I farted (in the bed)
I think I farted (in the bed)
On the couch on the wall on the table on the floor
beware of my stench it's rotten to the core
i'm a lady on the street but i'll smoke up the bed
just one quick whiff and you'll wind up dead
NO MATTER HOW HARD I PRAY
MY GAS WON'T GO AWAY
I KNOW THAT IT'S NOT OKAY
BUT PLEASE PLEASE DON'T SAY GOODBYE
I KNOW THAT MOST GIRLS TRY /
TO KEEP THEIR FLATULANCE INSIDE/
BUT I CAN'T LIE
I NEED A MAN
WHO KNOWS I PASS/ A LOT OF GASS/
THAT SMELLS LIKE ASS/
AND IT'S HERE TO LAST FOR INFINITY AND BEYOND/
Rotten gas oooh ooh oh ooooh oh
Smells like ass oooh ooh ohhoooh
I think I farted
I think I farted
Credits
Writer(s): Ethan Carlson, Julia Price, Taryn Southern
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