Lyrics:
more Every day, every day I’m a vegetarian dinosaur Crunching green’s what I adore I eat the roughage from the forest floor Each day! Every day I'd
wanna measure my toughage, you should weigh my roughage And roughage means empty to me I'm strong Very strong! I'm very strong
eloquence makes sense Intense, with the roughage, you couldn't budge this Mountainous, type of figure So check it out, now you know when you lookin' at a real
reconstructed his face Know that I'm plugged with a couple of federal judges, and they won't deny me, I'm Gates I had to plow through the roughage, I cried
out-of-place, I'm not happy A touch of the storm cloud... Roughage in a comradeship and conversations Conversations, everything's so run-of-the-mill We stand
and roughage Maybe i should get a better hobby Something not seasonal or timely It stressed Me out I'll talk to a third party I'll be good I'm just lazy
out-of-place I'm not happy A touch of the storm cloud... Roughage in a comradeship and conversations Conversations, everything's so run-of-the-mill We stand
yeah Show me the way I'm straight from the roughage they called me a stray They bringing they luggage but no they can't stay Already been punished for
With uneasy Bars Am rugid and foul Roughages for the Bowls Am hoping my crowd find their crown then am proud With all the power that I place in my sound
I’ve got the keys to the castle The castle of my dreams All my days of discovery will be there Vocations float on by like roughage in the passing
What's the point of playing poker plays.. without a bit of bluffing Roughage rendered gratification, unto my better days Tough it out, keep it in, find
Cucumber Cabbage Chlorophylls and good roughage Carrot Onion Tomantoes My immune system on its toes Green pepper Kontomire Kpakpo shito Good for my blood so
The brilliance is found beneath the roughage Underground we keep it buzzing Still our sound don't reach the public Every now n then Get a shot to try to reach
It's true you'll know You'll get the message Like lettuce you get roughage
Crawling to the surface I Crying out for purpose I Fundamentally nervous I Cold as the sun Digging through my ruins we Claw the roughage probably
to the roughage Dat b cabbage The pie pai for the cottage Baby I dey feel oh The tin wey u get E go sweet oh Serve me the meal oh My appetite whet i go eat oh Baby
for the roughage Happiness We’re all in this together No love is lost if you scream out Something is signalling deep down In the rubbish
fatherless child, out of the vile Hands down, dance over the drums, James Brown General Gemstar, Custard blade Cut you for the roughage You can't ketchup, you
devour, straight restricted to my roughage Bang like Yamaha, hooker to 1200s Stealth mode, cloak my dagger like a Klingon Soul Assassination, bring it on,
straight are for Finner I don't devour Straight restricted to my roughage Bang like Yamaha Hook to 1200s Stealth mode Cloak my dad like a clingon Showgod
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