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My boy I say you're unaware of |
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Things that |
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I am unaware of |
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The things they say behind one's back |
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That you suspect but aren't quite sure of |
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Don't say you haven't noticed |
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The smell of money is all about me |
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I just can't rid myself |
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Of it's overpowering bouquet |
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My inner beauty cursed with obscurity |
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By a scent that can't be washed away |
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I don't know who you think |
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I am But if |
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I'm who I think |
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I am Then there's no cranny |
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I've examined |
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Taints the air where ere |
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I am But don't say you haven't noticed |
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The smell of money wafts all about me |
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It neutralizes any other odors |
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I convey Best friends won't tell me |
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They know |
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I'm suffering |
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With a scent that can't be washed away |
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The stench of money |
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Is reeking off of me |
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A mix of cheap cologne |
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Weasel pheromone and rotted grave |
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Thank dad and mommy |
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I'm filthy, stinking rich |
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So I can say to you "Piss off" |
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I bathe, I bathe |
