CORRIGER LES PAROLES

Paroles : Roots

You say you heard a lot about me
n***a, f**k 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 six-one-seven
My cousin steez Stizz like he's six-one-seven, okay
Devil on my shoulder, marijuana from Boulder
You know my n***as in this muthaf**kin' b*t*h
If bein' ugly was pretty, I'd be the sh*t
Never been nowhere, but these n***as, they love to trip
Eritrea, Ethiopia, Habesha utopia
b*t*hes gettin' cold, then n***as 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 'bout that action
My n***a 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
When my flaws like ice, keep my soul inside (No, no, oh)
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