My boy I say you're unaware of
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Things that 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 I am
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But if I'm who I think I am
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Then there's no cranny I've examined
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Taints the air where ere I am
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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 I convey
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Best friends won't tell me
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They know 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
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The Smell of Money
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| Utopia |
