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generic tha character - roots (breakin' branches ii) كلمات الأغنية

part 1:

[intro]
it happens sometimes
friends come in and out of your life
like busboys at a restaurant

[gtc]
generic
god, please
god, please, please, please
please, please
god, please

(verse 1)
god, please take me away from this sad life of slavery
my hollow heart as heavy as my chains be
lucifer done changed me, stripped me of your safety
turned my hope and bravery to always bein’ angry
maybe too much shady mixed with hints of jay-z
greed stole my soul, look at all the things it gave me
didn’t really need ‘em, but i’ll take cuz they amaze me
i don’t want potatoes if they won’t be served with gravy
and if you ain’t got it, you can’t join my a-team
you won’t click with my clique, you are not no james dean
heavy social influence? maybe too much mainstream
maybe cuz your daydreams align with lil’ wayne schemes
switch ‘em up

[interlude: gtc]
god, please
god, please, please, please
please take me
i’ve gotta get back

part 2:

[verse 2: gtc]
i’ve gotta get back to my roots where the tree grows
tried to act cool, but, yeah i knew that it was cheap, though
i was speakin’ foul, fragrantly, take your free throws
friends turned to be foes, infected with d’evils
called ‘em all friends, but they were just some fake buddies
drug dealers laughin’ to the bank, it ain’t funny
college life taught me how to really save money
real friends would never, ever try to take from me
take away my health, made my wealth go up in smoke, too
always shake my hand, i’m pretendin’ that i know you
ask me what’s my plan or how i’ve been is what you don’t do
simon peter all you want, but you know that it’s so true
friendships built around the drugs and the drinks
i’ve been tryna pull the plug cuz my trust is on the brinks
i’ve broken off branches, took a lot of chances
my friends swayed me wrong, ye’, they ain’t got the answers
relationships damaged, but props to the fans that still listen
the cook that kept it real, still flippin’ the grilled chicken
the voice of reason, i’m resurrecting up my conscience
the angel on my shoulder is the one that i should bond with
the devil’s always speakin’ nonsense
illusive human pleasure, that is lucifer’s accomplice
c’mon, let’s get on with our life, think positive
it took a lot of strength, but i’m finally up out of it
cuz i’m sick of livin’ like a zombie
sick of needin’ weed to be free beneath the palm tree
ganja turned my friends into animals, jumanji
if i was at party, they would always bring the j’s in giambi
you lost me, i mean, i lost me
time spent awfully, these friends are costly
but i learn from every mistake, each next step that i take
the past became my favorite teacher cuz it provided the research
in all the tough decisions that it helped me to make
i found myself at boiling point when i was smokin’ joints
then i reached a new phase, and all my habits melted away
and to my family tree, that branch was selfish to break
i hate myself for wastin’ money when i know you had to slave
growin’ up and raisin’ me, and this is how i behave
i understand now that all you’ve ever wanted
was to be able to look at me proud before you’re down in the grave, ah
dear father, please forgive me
i’ll take an axe to this lifestyle and be a gimli
so if you can’t introduce a new friend to family on day one
then that’s the kinda person you should prolly stay away from
stay away from me
stay away from me…
maybe i should break some branches…
get back to my roots
gotta get back to my roots
god please get me back to roots

- generic tha character

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