[Verse]
A sewer's bouquet, perfume of decay,
Streetlights flicker, rats on display.
A cocktail of regret, sweat, and neglect,
The scent of dreams broke, what did you expect?
[Chorus]
What it smell like? Shit, bullshit, and more shit.
Truth ain't Febreze, can't mask it, can't fix it.
What it smell like? Shit, bullshit, and more shit.
Life in the gutter, no roses, just grit.
[Verse 2]
Corner store funk, grease-stained brown bags,
Hope's cheap cologne in ripped-up rags.
Concrete whispers, piss-stained alleys,
Echoes of the past, dark-hearted valleys.
[Bridge]
Sniff deep, that's the stench of the grind,
Can't wash it off, it clings to your mind.
A pot of boiled lies, thick and unkind,
No air freshener for this paradigm.
[Chorus]
What it smell like? Shit, bullshit, and more shit.
Truth ain't Febreze, can't mask it, can't fix it.
What it smell like? Shit, bullshit, and more shit.
Life in the gutter, no roses, just grit.
[Outro]
Cigarette haze, funk of despair,
The world's dirty laundry, hung out to air.
Take a whiff, let it sink, let it sit,
Yeah, you know what it smell like—bullshit.