One Man Roots

Lyrics

Tights and catskills to pay the bills God love 'em and bless her heart Millennials are old, too, I'm the emotional Support dog, I'm a good quarterback Finish six and nine, I fear gettin' hurt Not sick, five, six Always clap on eight Schools and prisons on lockdown Once in a long time, twice in a lifetime Quality of art versus quantity of marketing Reject the truth based on the quality of the messenger The truth: Count Bass the One Man Roots I'd love to spit some Beech-Nut in that dude's eye