Stone Rollo

If eye don’t keep rollin
I’ll turn ento a Gargoylian.
Eye knead that resin in my skin
or I’ll bee like a tree with no limbs,
no fruit bearinn, no stems.
Must keep that seed moisturize from withinn
or I’ll bee walkinn around feelinn limp
like eye M draining going down a sink.
Woooo, don’t break, don’t fold,
the curvy path is filled with gold,
it’s better to shake, bounce, and roll.