Smells Like a Rip Off
I was soul in cheek
Got myself
And I know it's always
Gonna be such a treat
Going round and I hope you got this
Gold
I'll pour it
Down into your
Soul to rot and waste
People calling lore
Got my nest
And I hope its always
Gonna be such a chore
All I've said and
All I want is
Gold
I'll pour it
Down into your
Soul to rot and waste
"The rest of your life is a bore a travail a struggle meaningless
Existence and this at least gives
You a certain sense of evolution sex"
Got myself
And I know it's always
Gonna be such a treat
Going round and I hope you got this
Gold
I'll pour it
Down into your
Soul to rot and waste
People calling lore
Got my nest
And I hope its always
Gonna be such a chore
All I've said and
All I want is
Gold
I'll pour it
Down into your
Soul to rot and waste
"The rest of your life is a bore a travail a struggle meaningless
Existence and this at least gives
You a certain sense of evolution sex"
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Writer(s): Karan Singh, Kartik Pillai, Tushar Mohan
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