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SINGER: Roots
SONG:You Got Me
If you don’t worry ‘bout where I been or who i saw or What club i went to with my homies Baby don’t worry, you know that you got me
Somebody told me that this planet was small We used to live in the same building on the same floor And never met before until i’m overseas on tour And peep this ethiopian queen from philly Taking classes abroad She studying film in photo flash focus record Said she working on a flick and could my clique do the score She said she love my show in paris in elysée montmartre And that i stepped off the stage and took a piece of her heart We knew from the start that things fall apart Intense and shatter, she like, that shit don’t matter When i get home, get at her, pull out her phone Whatever, let’s lay, let’s get together Shit, you think that not? Think that dog went home and forgot
Time passed, now we back in philly, she up in my spot
Telling me the things i’m tellin’ her is makin’ her hot Started building with her constantly ‘round the clock Now she in my world like hip-hop, and keep telling me...
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Yo, i’m the type that’s always catchin’ a flight And sometimes i got to be out at the height of the night And that’s when she flip and get on some ...
Another lonely night? Seems like i’m on the side, you only lovin’ your mic I know you gotta get that paper daddy, keep that shit tight But yo, i need some sort of love in my life, you dig me? While politickin’ with my sister from new york city She said she know this ball player, and he think i’m pretty Psych, i’m playin’ boo, you know it’s just with you i’m stayin’ boo And when cats be poppin’ game i don’t hear what they sayin’, boo When you out there in the world, i’m still your girl With all my classes i don’t have the time for life’s thrills So when you sweatin’ on state, think of me when you rhyme And don’t be listenin’ to your homies, they be leadin’ you blind
Yeah, so what you sayin’ is i can trust you
Is you crazy? you my king, for real
But sometimes, relationships get ill
No doubt
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That snake could be that chick or that rat She’s trying to play you for the fool, black If something’s on your chest the let it be known See i’m not your every-five-minutes all on the phone And on the topic of trust, it’s just a matter of fact That people bite back, fracture what’s in tact And they’ll forever be I ain’t on some oh, i’m celebrity I deal with the real, so if it’s artificial, let it be I seen people caught in love like whirlwinds Listening to they squalls and listenin’ to they girlfriends That’s exactly the point where they whole world ends Lies come in, that’s where the drama begins And she like....yo
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