The Roots lyrics

[Intro]

Uhhhh, uh uh uh uh

Uhhhh

I just, wanna, see you find the light

I just, wanna, see you

[Hook]

Hey where you going with all that gold, nigga?

Where you going with all that soul, nigga?

If you can see the trees you can see the truth

But still the light can't reach the roots

Roots, Roots, Roots, Roots

Roots, Roots, Roots, Roots

[Verse 1]

Doctor said his teeth were looking off white

He told him slow down on the cigs

Didn't know that he was off pipe

Shit was getting hazy

He was looking through the fog lights

Famo wasn't seasoned

Never touch the all spice

He boxed like all spark

He Tony Stark

Grab the iron

Tell any nigga weapons drawn

He was Megatron that he didn't need the Teflon

Moments later chest was gone, fool

But check, it wasn't even the path that got him popped

Just pussy popping the lips with a bad taste in his mouth

Now you agitating the Ops

You in the midst of the scene

And you face first with the fucks

And we chin check your regime

Who that? The Free

I thought you knew that

Nigga never seen a winter this cold

Ask John Cusack

That ice harvest put the shingles in your shoulder

Dash of ginger, put the tingle in your folgers

Hope you niggas awake

[Hook]

Hey where you going with all that gold, nigga?

Where you going with all that soul, nigga?

If you can see the trees you can see the truth

But still the light can't reach the roots

Roots, Roots, Roots, Roots

Roots, Roots, Roots, Roots

[Verse 2]

Told too many stories that I wish were re-wrote

Moving weight, but no Al Pacino

I got a different kilo

Check the metrics on my shoulders

Burden big as boulders

Heavy over beats

See it was curtains 'fore it ever started

Like the Hornets when they left Charolette

Nigga flows like oceans thats uncharted

With sponge water

Spit good pussy you come harder

Drop lines like drunk barbers

They Bob Barker your soul

If you want the truth hit the roots

Bring the Carhartt for the cold

Don't know sunshine down there

Put your hands in the air one time

Twerk for the fun times

Cause the revolution would not be printing the Sun Times round here

They tell him that it's better when you do it for the Cee Lo

But you can't get that deep with no fucking C notes

We do this shit for the Free and everything it denotes

Make sure your roots don't need no remote

Hope you niggas awake...

Make sure your roots don't need no remote

Hope you niggas awake...

[Hook]

Hey where you going with all that gold, nigga?

Where you going with all that soul, nigga?

If you can see the trees you can see the truth

But still the light can't reach the roots

Roots, Roots, Roots, Roots

Roots, Roots, Roots, Roots

• Artist:Mick Jenkins
• Album:Trees & Truths (2013)