Lyrics The Root of Sole - Aaron Rose

The Root of Sole

— You're a dreamer.
Too much money is bad for dreamers
— So he tried to pay me in flattery, telling me that I am a dreamer.
Well, I do dream.
Dreams that could never guess
— You're nerves are fried, doc.
Now calm down, get a grip on yourself.
You’ve been working too hard on your formula
— Formula… That's but child’s play for great scientists.
You’re brain is too
feeble to conceive what I accomplished in the name of science
— You've made some great scientific discovery.
What is it?
— When you find out, it’ll be too late for you
— Oh come, doc.
You can’t pretend to control a man’s destiny
— I've already proved it
I was a youngin', pants under the waist, tryna locate
Who I really am, comin' of age, stuck in the maze
Start a, tryna progress
Meditated with the flow to demonstrate who the best
But y’all don’t feel me
I came up, never change up
But everyone else chasing the fame to get there chains up
I’m tryna live on like 47 acres
Niggas study me, but my business ain’t there major, I cut classics
Still at the top of class, school of hard knocks, I passed it
Everlasted, never understood your failure
In the reservoir, my dogs we all gods
They say we go to Heaven, Hell knocking on my door
I raise up with the razor, Funk 50 the Devil
From his horns to his jaw
We sound the trumpet off even near death
You’re near death, pussy-killer, never fear breasts
I ear wreck like a stand-up nigga, I am
You keep the record spinning so you still, my fan
I steer with the whip, but still shot, give 'em tints for fun
But don’t stare at the son nigga, my time’s begun
They took a daylight saving, over Corleone
Never ever reach a playlist, nigga, I must’ve made it
'Cause if you really hate then I’m doing something greater
I spit with my team so the cheese meet the greater
Too much money is bad for dreamers
Dreaming of something new?