Roots (feat. JID, Charlie Wilson)

Lyrics for Roots (feat. JID, Charlie Wilson)

You say you heard a lot about me, n-, f- what you heard It's all fun and games 'til it happens like a Based God curse Yeah, cell keep tickin' on me like I'm 6-1-7, yeah My cousin Steez Stizz like he's 6-1-7, okay Devil on my shoulder, marijuana from Boulder You know my n- in this motherf- b- If bein' ugly was pretty I'd be the sh- Never been nowhere, but these n- they love to trip Eritrea, Ethiopia, Habesha utopia B- gettin' cold, then n- grab your Patagonias So I Toby acquired her I had to get a baby who could make me get wired up You know I'm about that action My n- Marc could get it crackin' Open up your soul and take your body like, "What's ha'nnin'?" I'm not a succulent or sucker, baby girl These roots made me, I bring my flowers to the world (yeah) It's on me Wear my flaws like ice keep my soul in sight The sun is on me And my stems don't bite if the light shines bright (no, no, no, no, no, no, no) It's rainin' on me My guilt weigh heavy, it cost me a life I got my own seeds (yeah) They ripped my petals to my six 'cause my roots won't die (Check this out) Like humans and animals Plants need both water and nutrients to survive, food Most all plants use water to carry moisture, nutrients Back and forth between the roots and leaves Searchin' for my shelter through the storm I find peace, my safe haven, keepin' me far away from harm Nevertheless the greener grass is proof the roots are strong But now we standin' here divided, choose the side where you belong Mama keep the lights on (yeah) All I see is red so we awake the dead She likes my third eye, she loves my third leg This my third time around the worldwide, winds Give me the Versa-, Versac-, Benz, put work in Made my words work with pens Scribblin' sins, I drop gems I don't got tick-tock time for them, seeds or stems Evil men plottin', we see you 'cause we watchin' We see you, believe me you, we see you (Mr. Route) Get your ass up out that grass and stretch your limbs Photosynthesis, I see the future picture, take a glimpse Everything you tryna have is in your grab, so get a grip (Mr. Route) It's for the kids, (Mr. Route), yo what it is? (Uh) It's on me Wear my flaws like ice keep my soul in sight The sun is on me And my stems don't bite if the light shines bright (no, no, no, no, no, no, no) It's rainin' on me My guilt weigh heavy, it cost me a life I got my own seeds (yeah) They ripped my petals to my six 'cause my roots won't die (What the f-) Holy, holy, holy, holy, holy, holy (let me grow) Holy, holy, holy, holy, holy, holy Holy, holy, holy, holy, holy, holy (let me grow) Holy, holy, holy, holy, holy, holy Holy, holy, holy, holy, holy, holy (let me grow) Holy, holy, holy, holy, holy, holy Holy, holy, holy, holy, holy, holy (let me grow) Holy, holy, holy, holy, holy, holy (let me grow) Let me grow (let me grow)