Текст песни Roots - Josha Hewitt

I felt that Jung
Should tell me
What I should do
Whether I should write a book
Whether I should get a divorce
What I should do
And he wouldn't
And so I got mad at him
And uh
I said
Why is everybody so mean to me
And he said
Why are you so mean to everybody
So I stormed out

Hands on the trigger
Fiu zu sensibu
Lug I might just
Push all your buttons
Und drum hautisch du mi für evil
Ds Game man i kenns
Mannequin hands
Kei freii pens
Rapper si Puppe a Fäde
Sie schribe was d'Staatä ne sege
Und fouge de trends
I check mini lense
Sie ihri DM's
Type ne demfau e message und
Schribene dir sit nur Tuuble
Und hitte uf send
Serious
Mini skills si immens
Periodt
Und ig rede ke Mens
Du idiot
Shiit i bi zrug zum Schuulde isammle
Zau mit Respekt, zau mirs i Franke
I don't give 2 fucks 'bout what y'all say
Shit mis Lebe isch immerno e broadway
Lil bitch

Roots
Si gö töif
So dass mini Chrone höch ufe mah
Mah keni
Yutz
Ghöre rede über dieses über jenes
Über Sache wo sie sowieso ni kenne
Ig ha
Rules
Seg was weisch du über mini roots
(Shut yo' fkin' mouth)

Lug i spiu mit de beste
For Schwiiz mit wid Superleague
Eassy, drbi phaut ig e Puls fo 30
Ehjio sorry
I ha nid gwüsst dass mir dutzis si
Auso dutz mi nid
Fahr e Slalom um mi Name
Aus wär ig e Super G
Wär
Lug es keni dudes wie mi
Und fo mir us cha dis girl o adr Uni si
Di shit blybt trotzdem
So chopflos wie Ludwig
Ig bi dir cycles forus
Aus wär ds Tour de Suisse, ah!
Ig ha mini Uhr mire Zytzone apasst
Es isch gd haub acht'
Jahr 2030
Ig ha im Durchschnitt meh Bars
Heisst im Mittu meer Bars so wie Tunesi- ä
Lug du bisch nidmau median
Mi flow so flüssig aus wärer Glas Evian
Any amount of men
I pen se z'Bode
Und nennes e Ode

Lu ds si mini
Roots
Si gö töif
So dass mini Chrone höch ufe mah
Mah keni
Yutz
Ghöre rede über dieses über jenes
Über Sache wo sie sowieso ni kenne
Ig ha
Rules
Seg was weisch du über mini roots
(Shut yo' fkin' mouth)

And uh
You got what I said there
I said to him
Why is everybody so mean to me
And he said
Why are you so mean to everybody
That was the triggerpoint
I was gone for years
And I wrote
Oooh, I don't know
Every now and then I'd sit down
At the typewriter and write him
What of a son of a bitch i thought he was
How when I first got to Europe
Everyone thought he was a charlatan
I thought he was too
And uh I didn't
He was the most conceited, vain man
And uh I
You know I really had a great time
And uh
And you sent all these letters
Sent the letters
Of course I did
And I thought I hope he drops dead of a stroke
And uh I felt very good
I didn't uh
I just felt fine
When I can get mad
I can loose 5 pounds just by getting mad
Just the adrenalin goes and I just think
You know it's the opposite of poor little me
And if I don't care
Then go let the world go stuff it up
I don't care what happens
And uh one morning i woke up
And I began to laugh
I thought for God sake what's been going on here
What a jackass
And suddenly I realized
Surely he really hit it
And so I phoned Mrs. Schmitt
Fräulein Schmitt
And asked if I could have an appointment
And she laughed and said
Oh yes she said
Professor Jung told me to save some time for you
He thought you'd be calling shortly