Roots - What You Want Lyrics
[chorus]Heres what you want rightHeres what you need rightWe got to give you moreOf what youre lookin forSo its a secret thats been pent up inside for yearsExclusive type, only for your eyes and earsYou held it in for so long you bursted into tearsThe letters spilled slowly across the page like a world premiereWell I aint, the bullshit begins hereThe obvious cause, the effects is unclearThe punishment for crimes of the heart could be severeThough to keep it on the low is a heavy cross to bearYou deep now, submerged with no signs of airStill your sunken heart thumpin like the kick in a snareWhile on the surface its all turnin to a circusThats why youre nervous, and you got a right to beCause if somebody woulda done that shit to meI mean my best man hittin my wife-to-beMy sentiments exactly would be historyYknow what Im sayin my peoples in the place lets hit it off one two[chorus]Yo, its like nothin changed, its all the same thangThe same characters in a book, with different namesIts a lot more to lose than you got to gainYou a lot more confused than hip to the gameThe peep the script of the game the price is painMen and women get into things, now whos to blame?When everybody whisperin bout whatever took placeAnd how the fact twist a knot with a straight faceAnd lies, hard to swallow from the bitter tasteWell thats a point in the past that cant be erasedSo motivate, though its hard to let it rideOr set aside true feelings, underhand dealingsOur lost trust, I wonder if we lost usIts bigger than me and you, its monstrousSo ima, just calm down and try to relaxBefore I clap ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ?[chorus]If you could only flash back and undo our actionsChange what happens, dissect the fractionsA time to rewind and be recorded absentFor real cause these memories is photographicPornographic, pushing me close to madnessHead heavy like Im trippin on tabletsYesterday as I recall was all fabulous I thought soBut now it feel like shots hittin my torsoSpent a lotta time and trust in the wrong placeFought a lotta fights rollin with the wrong aceLove, stronger than pride, we could end disgraceI need, room the think, and space to ventilateWas solid as a rock, shall not disintegrateThoughts racing like the lunatics on the interstateFor real, ya, its ill, ya, my peoples in the place....[chorus (repeat to end, with black thought adlibbing)]
