You know what it's like in life sometimes
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When you try not to be a dick
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Always do what you need to do
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But it is impossible to be satisfied with everyone
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And it is impossible to be on time
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It's always best to know everything
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It happens that despite your best efforts you behave like a ram
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O Jesus, O Jesus, sweet conscience is tormenting you like tickles
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Suppressing it, the end justifies the means
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Hulta Bull's Eye slips away like in a game of darts
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And with it your reputation is like a vehicle
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Pulls backwards when you want to go forward
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And you ask where from? |
where does this smell come from?
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Smell…
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Smell…
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So you'd better close the hole ...
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'Cause I smell the smell
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Do you know what the reason is?
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People want you by your actions
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Not in the words, not in the face
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So when the stink happens
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Tell him as soon as possible dozo!
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Be like that Brise aerosol
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And do not be deluded by that forever
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Because every little something will mess up sometimes
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It is important to be able to try
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To fix it not to blame others
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It is human to err, I know it
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You do not believe? |
then throw a stone, yo
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A great stench suddenly took over the city
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Has shit fallen on the city?
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It smells like hydrogen sulfide
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And you ask where from? |
where does this smell come from?
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Smell…
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Smell…
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So you'd better close the hole ...
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'Cause I smell the smell
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You wanted to get everything right
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And from that, horse dung came out
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The so-called horse spine
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And you don't know what the reason is now
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Your face fell, because you are goat, goat
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The whole estate, and you kill it, kill it
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You don't know how, oh, how I feel sorry for you brother
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You probably lack experience
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The whole world looks down on it
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And you won't even stretch your stick over
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Nim, what a poor wretch you are, believe me
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This is where everything goes smoothly
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And then suddenly a spinning top and a shambles will pop up
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Then it starts
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Everything good turns bad
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You stepped on another face again
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You just started, and you're still behind
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Oh God, God, no, I want to move on
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But how can I go when there is so much stench around me
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It pounds evenly, it pounds evenly
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And if you don't have to bang like this shit
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Not a miracle, because he has a pedigree, and for good reason
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You can feel it from a distance from the east to the west, because it is
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Smell…
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Smell…
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So you'd better close the hole ...
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'Cause I smell the smell
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Hey Dab, people ask me again
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Is it from the ass or is it from the head
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Whether it's a mouth or a ditch
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They cause this stench
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People, what are the words for?
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Just close the hole and that's it
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Smell…
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Smell…
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So you'd better close the hole ...
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'Cause I smell the smell |