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Guess I better wash my mouth out with soap Guess I better wash my mouth out with soap A fresh start's all I need as I'm gargling bleach Will this get my chakras all clean? Hope so, soap, soap, my love could use a lather Morals mixed with mud need a scrub Blow away my bones with a bath bomb Sentence me to sop in the suds Feel like I need to shower for eternity Society so dirty, someone get me clean internally Wash me in detergent 'til it's burning me Water boilin', joining her in serving me the third degree She's right, I mean, I'm surely better than her last man Probably better than her next man too But these taunting tainted tracks I've marched, Left the bottoms of my feet so black like tar Tar in my lungs, soap Tar in my lungs, soap Soap, soap Soap, C'mon, soap I guess that I regret what I said now I'm sober (Guess I better wash my mouth out with soap) Do they have Head and Shoulders for inside your head and your soul or Letras de canciones(Guess I better wash my mouth out with soap) Do I need a cleanse that'll foam up? Anything to end this aroma 'Cause it smell foul from the language Scrub me from the inside out like you're painting Scrub me from the inside out Brush me from the inside out I feel stained from the smoke Think my brain need a bathtub Think my veins need to soak Lemme drain all the bad blood Let these bars clean (no soap) Let your heart bleed (no thanks) Secrets haunt me (no ghost) Lemme come clean (no chance) We stay out late But when we fill up, we don't fill up like a gas tank We fill up like an ashtray She's real and blunt, she cut up me up Feel like she spilled my guts on the park bench Pardon me darlin', I guess I left that part of me Sparta imparted in the Garden State, still charming But darkened is being hardened involved in evolving Darwin Spark restart it, get this soap by the carton Just for all you starving artists, eat this soap by the carton Just for all you starving- I guess that I regret what I said now I'm sober (Guess I better wash my mouth out with soap) Do they have Head and Shoulders for inside your head and your soul or (Guess I better wash my mouth out with soap) Do I need a cleanse that'll foam up? Anything to end this aroma 'Cause it smell foul from the language Scrub me from the inside out like you're painting From Letras Mania