Roots p.2 (Matches) lyrics
by Truett
[Intro]
Uh uh
In a dream
Don't receive
Growing trees
Smoking leaves (Oh, oh)
Look at me
Growing seeds
Growing trees
Smoking leaves (Oh, oh)
Look at me
Growing seeds
Growing trees
Smoking leaves (Oh, oh)
Look at me
Growing seeds
Growing trees
Smoking leaves (Oh, oh)
Look at me
Growing seeds
Growing trees
Smoking leaves (Oh, oh)
Look at me
Growing seeds
Growing trees
Smoking leaves (Oh, oh)
Look at me
Growing seeds
Growing trees
Smoking leaves (Oh, oh)
[Verse]
Tryna see the past, just some old [grips?]
Walk a long path with some old kicks
And they all act but they really ain't (Really ain't)
Really ain't about sh*t
Now let me say it again
They ain't about it, pretend
It takes talent and honestly I been looking and almost everything is crowded
With gimmicks only for profit
I guess it's part of the prophecy
Talk to me with that fake ass [?]
I see a coward
But what if I get up? Strike a match, watch the forest burn
Down
Yo lately I been finding life is hidden in the blackness
If only if it were how it always turned out
Yeah [?] just a [cloud?] and you always looking down
Yeah right behind your head, if only you turned around
Nothing making sense, it's only dollar amounts
Searching for someone instead only really loving yourself
[Outro]
It's a seat belt
Drive slow, that's a deep route (That's a deep route)
I been in this hole deep
How do you feel? (Feel)
How do you feel? (Yeah)
How do you feel?
Muffled Truett vocals