Текст песни Roots Like the Trees - Reverie
Roots
Like
the
Trees
Reverie
What
a
lovely
day
to
record,
a
snow
day
Something
new,
brand
new
I'm
never
gonna
to
be
old
I'm
never
gonna
to
be
fat
I'm
never
gonna
have
kids
And
I'm
never
gonna
rat
On
tracks
I
murder
beats,
quick
to
herd
the
sheep
Speak,
then
they
listen
Evil
doesn't
glow,
but
I
glisten
And
there's
in
rhymes
walkin'
bitches
talkin'
dissin'
bout
my
crew
Bumpin'
bout
my
tunes,
now
what
am
I
to
do?
Would
somebody
else
whoop
me
Crying
louder
than
a
bitch
I'll
beat
her
fuckin'
ass,
hopefully
she
doesn't
snitch
Cuz'
the
bitches
in
my
past
kinda
tend
to
do
that
They
talk
a
lot
of
shit,
hood
rats,
mean
roo
rats,
true
that
Some
people
like
to
talk
a
whole
lotta'
game
Thirsty
ass
minors,
fuckin'
whiners
want
the
fame
But
I
give
em'
what
they
want,
the
attention
Mention
that
ya
get
knocked
out
every
time
my
name
is
mentioned
Benchin'
pounds
you
will
never
come
across
I
fuck
with
drug
dealers
baby,
got
cocaine
it's
on
my
cross
I
got
roots
like
the
trees,
spread
like
a
disease
Don't
ever
give
em'
what
they
want
unless
they
say
please
And
even
when
the
beg
I
just
love
to
make
em'
wait
Love
watchin'
the
love
in
their
eyes
quickly
turn
into
hate
What's
wrong?
That's
everybody's
favorite
question
Do
they
really
wanna
know
or
do
they
just
wanna
session
of
Your
fuckin'
life
Your
fuckin'
struggles
Your
fuckin'
problems
Your
fuckin'
nightmares
Your
fuckin'
troubles
So
they
can
feel
a
little
bit
better
about
themselves
Ready
to
get
bitch
instead
of
hearing
my
story
you
can
go
to
hell
You
planted
those
ideas
in
my
head,
numerous
rumors
So
much
gossip
in
my
head
so
much
it
turned
into
tumors
I'm
watchin'
you,
watchin'
what
you
gots
to
do
Gotta
take
care
of
your
babies
You
goin'
crazy
bitch,
you
gots
a
lots
to
do
So
how
the
fuck
are
you
gonna
speak
up
on
me
You
can't
really
be
serious
Am
I
hearing
this?
Please
Get
this
bitch
some
diapers
Jenny
Craig
and
some
head
And
a
razor
in
the
way
her
pussy
looking
like
it's
dead
That's
what
I
said
and
if
you
gotta
Fuckin'
problem
we
can
solve
it
right
now
Show
you
how
I
get
down
I
got
roots
like
the
trees,
spread
like
a
disease
Don't
ever
give
em'
what
they
want
unless
they
say
please
And
even
when
the
beg
I
just
love
to
make
em'
wait
Love
watchin'
the
love
in
their
eyes
quickly
turn
into
hate
I
got
roots,
I
got
roots
like
the
mutha
fuckin'
trees
Spread
like
a
disease
I
got
roots
like
the
mutha
fuckin'
trees,
bitch
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