Smells Like a Rip Off - Begum

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»