What You Want-The Roots

-1- It's what you want babe It's what you need babe We bout to give you more Of what you're lookin for -2- So it's a secret that's been pent up inside for years Exclusive type, only for your eyes and ears You held it in for so long you bursted into tears The letters spilled slowly across the page like a world premiere Well lie, the b******t begins here The obvious cause, the effects is unclear The punishment for crimes of the heart can be severe Though to keep it on the low is a heavy cross to bear You deep now, submerged with no signs of air Still your sunken heart thumpin like the kick in a snare While on the surface, it's all turned into a circus That's why you're nervous and you got a right to be Cuz if somebody woulda done that sh*t to me I mean, my best man hittin my wife to be My sentiments exactly would be history Ya know what I'm sayin My peoples in the place let's count it off, one-two -3- It's what you want babe It's what you need babe We bout to give you more Of what you're lookin for It's do or die, ghettofied Come alive, feel the vibe Feelin nice, oh, yeah-yeah-yeah-yeah -4- Yo it's like nothing changed, it's all the same thing The same characters in a book with different names It's a lot more to lose than you got to gain You a lot more confused than hip to the game To peep the script to the game, the price is pain Men and women get into things, now who's to blame When everybody whisperin bout whatever took place And how the fact was denied with a straight face Them lies, hard to swallow from the bitter taste Well that's a point in the past that can't be erased So motivate, though it's hard to let it ride Or set aside true feelings, underhand dealings A lost trust, I wonder if we lost us It's bigger than me and you, it's monstrous So I'ma just calm down and try to relax Before I clap the hammer and the hammer got clapped Repeat -3- -5- If we could only flash back and undo our actions Change what happens, dissect the fractions A time to rewind and be recorded absent For real, cuz these memories is photographic Pornographic, pushin me close to madness Head heavy like I'm trippin off acid tablets Yesterday as I recall was all fabulous, I thought so But now I feel like shots hittin my torso Still a lot of time and trust in the wrong place Fought a lot of fights rollin with the wrong ace Love stronger than pride, we could end disgrace I need room to think and space to ventilate What's solid as a rock shall not disentigrate Thoughts racin like they lunatics on the interstate For real, ya... it's ill, ya.... My peoples in the place ya'll done heard the song Repeat -3-