Roots

Welcome to the fashion show
Fuck what you did to earn it, tell me who you know
Sign the contracts so you can't leave us when you grow
We own you now, make no mistake
Better look 'em in the eye, do what they say, for your career's sake

Who do you think you are?
Would you change everything about yourself, just to be a star?
(Just to be a star)
Pucker up just to get an audition
(Suck up)
Now here's a mint for all that ass you'll be kissin'
(I'm goin' back to my roots)

We're goin' back to our old ways
Everything was gold days
Where have they gone?
Where are they?
Now, we see, that you were leading us along
To a place we don't belong

Put smiles on all the wrong faces
End up in all the wrong places
Now, we see, that you, were leading us along
We're going back to our old ways

Let me remind you not to, forget who we're writin' these songs for
You're just a pawn on the industry chessboard
Navigatin' conversations, hid the truth under your hat
If you say what's on your mind

Boy they gon' remember that we made you
We gave you a shot
We the only friends you got
Now give us what we want
Whether you like it or not

Write something to make us the goods for the suits
Fuck music politics, I'm goin' back to my roots

We're goin' back to our old ways
Everything was gold days
Where have they gone?
Where are they?
Now, we see, that you, were leading us along
To a place we don't belong

Put smiles on all the wrong faces
End up in all the wrong places
Now, we see, that you, were leading us along
We're going back to our old ways

Freedom is a feeling that I can't recall
Might as well be writing all my songs on the prison wall
Now I see past all the mirrors and smoke
I gave my whole life away with a pen stroke

Linin' your pockets on the backs of the artist
Float away because my song never charted, you promised
Glory and fame
Remember my name
But when it didn't work out I'll live with the shame

Of being another washed-up, has-been, never-was
So the label gets us cut like it always does
Lived a lifetime with your foot on my neck
Fuck your contract I'm taking back what life I have left (Left)
(I'm goin' back to my roots)

We're goin' back to our old ways
Everything was gold days
Where have they gone?
Where are they?
Now, we see, that you, were leading us along
To a place we don't belong

Put smiles on all the wrong faces
End up in all the wrong places
Now, we see, that you, were leading us along
We're going back to our old ways

We're goin' back to our old ways
Everything was gold days
Where have they gone?
Where are they?
Now, we see, that you, were leading us along
We're goin' back to our old ways