Proceed - The Roots

And then the seasons get you down I'll come running to tuck you in Out the window looks like all of the colors All of them melting down Been escaping, barely keeps him awake, shivering in cold Frosty glasses cracking into the shades, Tryin' to forget you yet Hello, hello You always seem to call and nothing's on Proceed to memory Hello, hello You always seem t forget before we leave the information's in You're awfully calm and dull Hello, hello You're awfully calm, is all Hello, hello And then the seasons get you down I'll come running to tuck you in And out the window looks like all of the colors, all of them melting down I hate escaṗing, barely keeps you awake, shivering in your clothes My frosty glasses cracking into the shades, Tryin' to forget you, no Word, fire, wind, hey, eh-oh And soon, all you'll have is the memory And then you won't even have that memory Oh-oh-oh And soon, all you'll have is the memory Oh-oh-oh And then you won't even have that memory Oh-oh-oh Until all you'll have is the memory Oh-oh-oh And then you won't even have that memory Come out of there, we got just one chance, If you lose, no one is a ... Come out of there, we got just one chance, If you lose, no one is a ... Come out of there, we got just one chance, If you lose, no one is a ... Come out of there, we got just one chance, If you lose, no one is a...

This what dreams are made of Good weed and cold drinks Taylor, Taylor, Taylor Thanks for putting this together Jerm! We gon' be here forever And you ain't trippin' Really this high If you offer me all the money in the World I wouldn't trade it for my girl, my family Or the nggas that you see me riding with me outta town Or internationally, they gon' fly with me, kinda fry? Rollin the papers so they get high with me And if I decide to give this up they gon' retire with me Enjoy the money and the fame and the power with me And fcking hater burn in hell Sippin' champagne while the waiter breaking shells Nggas scream my name probably praying that I fail The money so insane gotta weigh it on a scale Gotta weigh it on a scale? Nggas blow that, btches know that Never touch blood, chill with us once, never go back Little homie, that's real VVS diamonds, my stones are that ill My watch is an Audemar on smoking OG till my problems gone You try and call your man he ain't got no more Probably cause I bought it all As we proceed to court bad btches and roll good weed Fast livin', I'm taking them hoes on trips Go to places they never been I'm just gettin' it how it's supposed to be As we proceed to court bad btches and roll good weed Fast livin', I'm taking them hoes on trips Go to places they never been I'm just gettin' it how it's supposed to be Aquafina and the bong I'm off in that Medina when I'm done Just sound the alarm, btch top drop like Mardi Gras beads bein' thrown Francesca you's a mess girl, carry on Car smelling like a pound when I pull up at the Avalon Pull your own weight I don't have no time for tag-alongs Don't know what you yapping for, stacking dough Catalogue my closet, my belts, my watches Cell phone in my pocket My Blackberry biotches Have 'em ready, I'll watch em, daddy back Nggas plottin' on the Jets but we got em We just waiting to drop 'em They vexed cause we poppin' And them hoes ain't worry 'bout 'em They sure came up What they sayin' about them boys from the bottom? Paparazzi cameras spot em Flash when you see they faces History in the makin' I was high when I made it so I can play it for them haters As we proceed to court bad btches and roll good weed Fast livin', I'm taking them hoes on trips Go to places they never been I'm just gettin' it how it's supposed to be As we proceed to court bad btches and roll good weed Fast livin', I'm taking them hoes on trips Go to places they never been I'm just gettin' it how it's supposed to be Used to want a chain, now I got 6 Used to want a Rollie like Pac now it's on my wrist, woah Livin' the life nggas told me was a myth (myth) Same nggas try an' get up on my list (what) Since I started buzzin', I got eighteen eleven cousins? New btches tryna join the team and old ones that I'm cutting Sky high class livin' but nggas still grinding Cause I'm surrounded with the same nggas and girls since I had nothin' Now, I got signed to my idol Seen some of my favorite rappers turn rivals 'Ye told me kill em so a ngga gotta drop 'em Peep the Jesus chain he gave me since I can't keep up with Bibles No, young ngga heeding to the title Where it's at? That's the top man, these nggas gon' recycle What, my shit is like a B.I.G recital But you can't hold a real ngga down that's why I keep real nggas 'round

Roots, bloody roots Roots, bloody roots Roots, bloody roots Roots, bloody roots I believe in our fate, we don't need to fake It's all we wanna be, watch me freak I say we're growing every day, getting stronger in every way I'll take you to a place where we shall find our Roots, bloody roots Roots, bloody roots Roots, bloody roots Roots, bloody roots Rain, bring me the strength to get to another day And all I want to see, set us free Why can't you see? Can't you feel? This is real I pray, we don't need to change our ways to be saved That's all we wanna be, watch us freak

Roots, bloody roots Roots, bloody roots Roots, bloody roots Roots, bloody roots I believe in our fate We don't need to fake It's all we wanna be Watch me freak I say we're growing every day Getting stronger in every way I'll take you to a place Like honesty Roots, bloody Roots Roots, bloody Roots Roots, bloody Roots Roots, bloody Roots Rain bring me the strength To get to another day And all I want to see Set us free WhyCan't you see Can't you feel This is real Ahh I pray we don't need to change Our ways to be saved That all I want to be Watch me freak

Now I can say that, ah, they was not expecting this I know a God-fearing woman that ain't scared to get dirty And keep it real witcha even if the truth might hurt ya Go to church e'ry Sunday just to hear the preacher man And then she gone, but then she be right, uh, hold up I know a God-fearing woman that ain't scared to get dirty And keep it real witcha even if the truth might hurt ya Hold ya down when them hard times come And she never let nothing come between you, God and her purpose (Rae) God bless them girls with some roots Raised in a small town Make them boys shake in their boots, yeah (yes, ma'am) Workin' hard for the money, but still bringing home honey A little bit of mama's attitude with a lot of hot mess God bless them girls with some roots God bless them girls with some roots (God bless) Yeah, love this one They don't never give you credit when the credit is due And you don't have to have the compliments to know that it's true You walk around like you're confident in what you got goin' Like a boss 'cause you already know that it's you Work hard for the money when your pocket's a drought (yep) Being careful with the words coming outta ya mouth Country girl with a lil' slang whenever she talk and kinda sassy 'Cause she know what she talkin' about, yeah God bless them girls with some roots Raised in a small town (raise it up) Make them boys shake in their boots, yeah (yes, ma'am) Workin' hard for the money (workin' hard for the money) But still bringing home honey A little bit of mama's attitude with a lot of hot mess God bless them girls with some roots (yeah) God bless them girls with some roots (girl in boots) C'mon on, Lathan, let's bring it to 'em It don't matter who she around (nope) She'll still be the same person in front of any crowd Too classy to run with the fakes And she walk like she got it going on with her own lil' style, c'mon Rae (oh stop it) God bless them girls with some roots (bless it up, yeah) Raised in a small town (small town) Make them boys shake in their boots, yeah (got them boys really shakin') (yes, ma'am) And workin' hard for the money (workin' hard, I see you workin' hard for it) But still bringing home honey (still bring home the honey) A little bit of mama's attitude with a lot of hot mess (yeah, I see ya right there, ooh) God bless them girls with some roots God bless them girls with some roots (some roots, yeah) God bless them girls with some roots

I'm still running 33's up underneath this truck Even though rush hour concrete is the only place I'm getting stuck Ain't on the farm no more but on a stretch of sunny days I still catch myself looking up at the sky Praying for a little rain No I can't outrun these roots Even if I wanted to Cause they run too strong, run too deep Cutting right through the heart of me No it don't matter where I plant these boots Can't outrun these roots I can't outrun these roots There's still that back-home part of me, that can't help but see things a little different Like how there ain't no need to put a 'G' on the end of huntin' or fishin' And I still got granddaddy's bible, his old rifle and his name But I also got his pour a little more Coarsin' through my veins No I can't outrun these roots Even if I wanted to Cause they run too strong, run too deep Cutting right through the heart of me No it don't matter where I plant these boots I can't outrun these roots Thank God I can't They're tangled up in every part of who I am Without 'em I know I don't stand a chance I can't outrun these roots I can't outrun these roots Cause they run too strong, run too deep Cutting right through the heart of me No it don't matter where I plant these boots Can't outrun these roots I can't outrun these roots