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THE ROOTS lyrics : "Make My"

[Verse 1: Big K.R.I.T]
I did it all for the money, Lord
That's what it seems...

Well, in the world of night terrors it's
Hard to dream, cash rules everything
Just call it cream, cause when it rises to the top

You get the finer things
Oceanfronts, rolling blunts with model chicks
And saying grace over lobster and steak

Like please forgive us for
Riding Benzes with camera plates
Too busy looking backwards for jackers to pump my brakes

For help sign to symbolize the lives that hunger takes
Addicted to the green, if I don't ball I'll get the shakes
I'd give it all for peace of mind, for Heaven's sake

My heart's so heavy that the ropes that hold my casket break
Cause everything that wasn't for me I had to chase


[Hook]
They told me that the ends
Won't justify the means

They told me at the end
Don't justify the dreams
That I've had since a child

Maybe I'll throw in the towel
Make my (make my)
Make my (make my)

Hardship from the world

[Verse 2: Black Thought]

Tryin' to control the fits of panic
Unwritten and unraveled, it's the dead man's pedantic
Whatever, see it's really just a matter of semantics

When everybody's fresh out of collateral to damage
My? got me praying like a mantis
I begin to vanish

Feel the pull of the blank canvas
I'm contemplating that special dedication
To whoever it concern, my letter of resignation

Fading back to black, my dark coronation
The heat of the day, the long robe of muerte
That's soul is in the atmosphere like airplay

If there's a Heaven I can't find a stairway

[Hook]

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