The Roots

Yuh
At this moment I am eating a Slim Jim, She said he's gone, man I am him
Step aside bitch, I'm walking through the door, Punch him in the face and shove him on the floor
Don't sweat me, cause I'm that bitch, Please be careful, you might become a ditch

Six feet yo, that's underground, In with the roots, you won't be found
I'ma slide that gas, that powerful mic, Over to my main man, Turnpike
I grab the mic and I put it in the ground, You know those vegetables were never found
Racking up Benjamins, smacking the penjamin, My brain is like mush, it goes squish squish

Need some Promised Land, need it in my hand, I'm gonna go buy a minivan
Got a circus afro on my head, If I don't cut it, I'ma end up dead
Hold on man, I got more to rap about, Got thoughts in my mind that I need to get out
They lie and lay my ass on the couch, Scared I'm eating or I might get gout

Maybe I'm not ready, I'm in doubt, Swim away from my thoughts, I'm a trout
My insides look like trash bag leather interior, Flip flopping emotions, I really am missing her
Okay now I'm gone, walking out the door
Pass the mic to my main man Biggie, Put some cheese on that beat, Queso yuh, here

Awfully well cooking again like refried beans, This ain't the end, ends justify the means
The crib look like a circus, cut the fucking jokes, We got the Borden, fuck your Guinness and your rum and cokes
I split the granite slab with sheer tyranny of will, my car an ATM
By the number of bills, too many cooks in the kitchen, Four of us enough, A-dubs, Hall of Fame run

The catalog tough, Turnpike put his heart on his sleeve, We called it jean jacket, Best McDonald's sauce
Sweet and sour in the green packet
I meant to say that I miss you, But the message came out wrong
The Goose was talking louder than me, That was my fault

Too embarrassing to ever bring it up, Too embarrassed to talk to you
Since I said that stuff, Typed that shit
While I was a mess, It was immature of me to say that all over text
I said everything I wanted to say, Plus some more

Trying not to think about it's turning into a chore
Cause years later it's something that I still think about
If I knew I'd do that shit I never would've reached out
But I'm starting to think that I'm just overreacting

Maybe I'm overreacting, But I always think about it as a stain on my memories
A reflection on my self-control when I'm in my feelings
I wish I knew what you think of me now for closure
At the same time, no, I don't wanna know the truth if it hurts

I let the jealousy of others burn all my bridges
I was promised a change, But there wasn't any switches
Red flags I should've known from the get-go, And I wouldn't be so anxious now
If I had known this would happen, I apologize for yapping

But this shit's been on my mind all the time with a passion
I guess I should've forgot about this by now
Cause I won't do nothing about it, I'm always filled with doubt
I'm always scared to talk to you or anyone for that matter

All my social skills are gone so probably at least the latter
I don't wanna take it personal when I get no reply
But I can't help but let it happen every single time
So avoidance has been what I've been sticking with

Not talking to y'all's been hurting more than it's been helping it
And I wish it was the same as before but it's too late
And I can't help but think it's my fault I'm in this state
You all met me at a weird time and it's a weird time for me now