Lyrics:
Truthfully I feel I'm very honest
Somеtimes it work to my detriment
I'm inspirеd by everything
I'm astounded by human beings
This is more than you ever seen
check me in to ICU ...
Kant build a tree without the roots
cll of this time that I spend on da music ...
I stg it is becoming more fluent.
If u wanna
to send to stores
You take home to absorb and sweat it out your pores
Now, who can stop the music runnin' through these veins?
Infinitely go against
home to absorb and sweat it out your pores
Now, who can stop the music runnin' through these veins?
Infinitely go against the grain; that's why my
it out)
I use my music implemented with jewels and sport tools
To inspire all these too cool fools who say screw school
Cause they don't see
[Q-Tip:]
I use my music implemented with jewels import tools
To inspire all those too cool fools who say screw school
'Cause they don't see the conspiracy
a man
I had to pull up my roots and move on in this land
I'm gonna move away from here
You can find me if you wanna go there
I'm gonna move away from
the greatest version of you
Be the truth- be the root
Child of the Most High, yeah that's my root
Mic check one-two, huh
Yeah, time to speak the true, time
have to look close to recognize myself
But may my deeds be remembered by the people I loved
And all my mistakes all serve to educate
Don't judge me
Enviyon on the mix
Yeah
I get it I get It
Born on the roots of a C sharp
Pulling down the inner strings of a major scale of my failures
Let alone if
Some people think less of me 'cause I'm valuing myself more
That crack music in the pyrex kitchen
Call it culinary whipping up a fixing
For a fact, y'all
am
By looking back on everywhere I've come from
Need to settle down that's the plan
Once I plant my roots they won't ever be undone
Walking down
poured
Lowa i frustration irritation
With some traces of
Misplaced jealousy upon i
For seeing isasi rise
Music wise
But isasi stayed
Cool calm
truly worth
Yet I walk, still connect to the earth
Perspective to the third
Roots deeper than the mud
Third world blood
Got a word from the third world
dishonest by making something other than music
Cause lately I'm dealing with thoughts that have swooped in
Saying Luke you're stupid go back to your roots kid
the party started
Flower bed ridden, flower bed ridden in the beer garden
Up root, purge, Up root, purge, and begin to blossom
I'll take a bouquet for
the turntable spin some reggae vinyl
Be it revival or good old roots by Joseph Hill
Vaughn Benjamin, Norman Grant or Kabaka vibes stay the same
Tuff gong, I grade
Sometimes you got to grab shit by the root
Never been a would nigga i am not groot
Niggas gas themselves like poot
I be hip hopping to the pouch. roo
is my hometown… root of my family tree
A sweeter sight upon my eyes not ever could there be
Bardstown is my hometown… the heart and soul of me
No other
shit, then two shots Tequila, yeah
Been mocked by the media
Pop Oxy, feel nothin'
My baggage so tragic, my pack's sativa
The ride is almost over
I'm
before homeopaty
By the old Buenos Airesʼ dowtown
And by the shadows that pass by there
By another music, another delirous of sound
By the poem
before homeopaty
By the old Buenos Aires’ dowtown
And by the shadows that pass by there
By another music, another delirous of sound
By the poem
and Billy Shakespeare
Stepped out to get a root beer
We sat together so near
People thought we were queer
Punctuated by the big scare
We joined the Air
loud
Bout to splash the dash, they say my music is trash, NAH
Crazy journey so far, hence I need to spit you a bar
Not behind the drinking bar, 6-9
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