Roots

My heart and my hair are both damaged so I'll let 'em grow
Ain't scared of the fact my true color is starting to show
I ended a thing with a man that I know that I loved
'Cause drinking and him were two things that I had to give up
Concrete stars, LA bars, there's something 'bout this town
The city lights are burning bright, I'm burning out
I'd pack my bags but, hell, I don't need 'em
It's hard 'cause it ain't easy leaving the fake it, make it up
Ain't what I thought it was so I'ma trade my heels in for boots
And I'm getting back to my roots
I'm paying too much for a condo in North Hollywood
And Studio City is pretty but I'd move if I could
The palm trees are lying, no stars in the sky
And I'm so sick of trying, I'm coming home
I'd pack my bags but, hell, I don't need 'em
It's hard 'cause it ain't easy leaving the fake it, make it up
Ain't what I thought it was so I'ma trade my heels in for boots
And I'm getting back to my roots
I'd pack my bags but, hell, I don't need 'em
It's hard 'cause it ain't easy leaving the fake it, make it up
Ain't what I thought it was so I'ma trade my heels in for boots
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I'd pack my bags but, hell, I don't need 'em
It's hard 'cause it ain't easy leaving the fake it, make it up
Ain't what I thought it was so I'ma trade my heels in for boots
And I'm getting back to my roots
Back to my roots