Give me the rough stuff,
Take away the fluff.
I have had enough of...
Those sweetened beaten bushes,
You pick to move around...
With a belief will feed my needs.
Give me the rough stuff,
Take away the fluff.
I have had enough of...
Your B.S. as a back up.
As if I don't know,
You've been feeding lies to me.
And I know,
You don't have integrity.
Give me the rough stuff,
And take away the fluff.
I have had enough of...
Those sweetened beaten bushes.
As if I don't know,
You've been feeding lies to me.
And I know,
You don't have integrity.
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