I turn over the yellowish pages The parchment falls apart among my fingers The mysterious prophesy I begin to read Shall I comprehend the message Someone
White chocolate kisses under the stars Riding on horses Boys with guitars If you really want to get the root of me You don't have to try so hard Give
offers the least When girl we're servin' up The whole damn feast Slice off a piece Of that hog head cheese Then take a look inside My book of recipes
The root of all evil, is sorta like the roots new sequel, its slavery (no hailey need sequel till they need it??) Not even, but seemingly believe it tho
s belonged Nothing's been 'yes' Nowhere's been home And I'm ready to be limbo no more I sit with filled frames And my books and my dogs at my feet My
a babe in the arms of a woman in a rage And a longtime golden-haired stripper onstage And she winds back the clock and she turns back the page Of a book
I met you through a common friend In the attic of my parents' house And though I didn't know it then I soon was finding out Oh, you are the roots that
I met you through a common friend in the attic of my parents' house. And though I didn't know it then, I soon was finding out. You are the roots that
wearin your chain in they club, they'll beat you twice Served with fried rice, you get a can of whoop ass My only advice is don't fall and book ass For
I I read books and draw life from the eye All my life is drawings from the eye Your mission bells were wrought by ancient men The roots were formed by twisted roots Your roots
That day I been tryin to reach, that pay I been diein to see Boy them folk wouldn't lie to me I thought money ain't grow on trees Depends on the roots
walk like a doggy It's like the blunt to the phillie, the ganja to the sessy You can't write a rhyme without the roots men-mentality Cause ain't no milli
em I got the gift o' gab Monkey see, monkey what? Monkey, monkey be yourself. (x3) Hey yo catch me when I'm sober, but now I drink for the belt. So pass the root
Is everything a baited hook? And are there locks on all doors? If your looking for an open book Look no further, I am yours We'll behave like animals
is an ignorant ballhead! Now chant down Babylon midterm essays Then puff from de chalice I fi make from a Sprite can Last week I read a book about
