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thedonleeboy - confessions in the booth (the root) lyrics

uhhhhh (uhhhhh, uhhhhh, uhhhhh)
uhhhh (uhhhh, uhhhh, uhhhh)
uhhh (uhhh, uhhh, uhhh)
thedonleeboy (thedonleeboy)
lets go

these days feel so dark
feel like a dull blade, i used to be so sharp
one day they all hear me sunt’n like sonar
i’m a piranha but i am no shark
bit off more than i can chew, cause i be rolling wit no crew
tryna resurrect old school hip hop and make it new
confessions in the booth, tell a lie or tell the truth
go after low hanging fruit or, stick to the root

cause the root of the problem is usually how you solve it
but no amount of money that i keep in my wallet
could keep the n+ggas on my block from constantly willin’
or cops from lockin’em up and shipping them to rikers island
i’m a us citizen determined by the tax i’m filing
but my skin tone more fit for african climate
i’m the first man
and in order to succeed in this game of life
check this out, you must first plan
writing bar after bar until i get hurt hands
cause i’mma be chasing dreams til they close curtains
but, i’m still going’ta school and i’m still working uhh
pursue my dreams i gotta put that work in
even when it seems like nothing is working
and even when it seems like everything is hurtin’
written in standard format
but i’m flowing in cursive
it’s like me against my own self right here on these verses
battled a few demons and, a few serpents
soul not for sale
devil can’t make no purchase
tell the haters fly away then
just like a bird then
cause all the hatin’they doing is simply not workin
never count’cha eggs fore they hatch reporting live from the birds den
where n+ggas they nod they heads and old ladies they clinch they purses
and i’m surrounded by clowns it’s real similar to a circus
sometimes i ask myself what the f+ck is the purpose
but even if i was walking wit’a cane i still be able
telling you da truth, while they telling you a fable
put money in n+ggas pockets though they’ll never repay you
like i’m running out of options an angel wit’out a halo
and the devil tryna recruit me and, put me on his payroll
outside n+ggas tryna shoot me like, this a game of halo
and you show these b+tches love and all they try and do is play you
i’mma independent artist could give a f+ck about a label
(lets go)
these days feel so dark
feel like a dull blade, i used to be so sharp
one day they all hear me sunt’n like sonar
i’m a piranha but i am no shark
bit off more than i can chew, cause i be rolling wit no crew
tryna resurrect old school hip hop and make it new
confessions in the booth, tell a lie or tell the truth
go after low hanging fruit or, stick to the root (the root, the root, the root, the root, the root, the root, the root)

- thedonleeboy lyrics

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