What's That Smell

Yeah You invited me Your mistake What’s that smell Yeah, I pissed on your yacht What’s that smell Right there on the spot What’s that smell In your captain’s chair What’s that smell That’s my mark right there What’s that smell You can’t wash that pride What’s that smell It’s me takin’ a leak inside Pull up dockside, ego on display White loafers, rosé, same cliché Talkin’ markets, talkin’ boats Talkin’ how you “worked” for every quote You flex that hull like it’s divine Like teakwood decks equal spine Invite me in with that fake-ass grin Whole time I’m clockin’ where I’m pissin Marble bar and imported art Midlife crisis, luxury start You brag ‘bout knots and engine size I’m countin’ steps, I’m pickin’ sides What’s that smell Yeah, I pissed on your yacht What’s that smell In that million-dollar spot What’s that smell Not the sea, not the dock What’s that smell That’s my name in a blot You toast to deals in offshore zones Built empires on other folks’ bones Silver hair, sunburned grin Thinkin’ money make you win While you rant ‘bout return and yield I’m wanderin’ off the polished field Not the bathroom too polite I’m petty as hell tonight Captain’s deck with the leather trim Guess who left a souvenir for him Master suite with the velvet smell Now it’s Eau de Go Fuck Yourself You can bleach it You can scrub it Call the crew and try to dub it But teakwood soaks what ego spills And karma got no chill What’s that smell Yeah, I pissed on your yacht What’s that smell On the rug you bought What’s that smell In your “private” throne What’s that smell Consider it a loan What’s that smell What’s that smell That’s rich-man tears What’s that smell Been fermentin’ for years You float on cash, you drift on hype But you can’t outclean that salty stripe All that shine, all that gloss Still can’t mask the human cost Next time you flex that hundred-foot toy Remember the guest you tried to employ I sip your drink, grin like hell Then baptise your deck with a rebel yell Crew next mornin’, panic mode Sniffin’ corners of the upper road You stand confused in linen white While I’m sleepin’ fine that night What’s that smell Yeah, I pissed on your yacht What’s that smell You invited me you forgot What’s that smell You can’t unring that bell What’s that smell Go on You can tell What’s that smell What’s that smell What’s that smell You can tell