Lyrics Roots - Shaylen

Roots

My heart and my hair are both damaged, so I’ll let 'em grow
Ain’t scared of the fact my true color is starting to show
I ended a thing with a man that I know that I loved
'Cause drinking and him were two things that I had to give up
Concrete stars, L.A. bars, there’s something 'bout this town
The city lights are burning bright, I’m burning out
I’d pack my bags, but hell, I don’t need 'em
It’s hard 'cause it ain’t easy leaving
The fake it, make it up ain’t what I thought it was, so I’ma trade my heels in
for boots
I’m getting back to my roots
I’m paying too much for a condo in North Hollywood
And studio city is pretty, but I’d move if I could
The palm trees are lying
No stars in the sky and
I’m so sick of trying
I’m coming home
I’d pack my bags, but hell, I don’t need 'em
It’s hard 'cause it ain’t easy leaving
The fake it, make it up ain’t what I thought it was, so I’ma trade my heels in
for boots
I’m getting back to my roots
I’d pack my bags, but hell, I don’t need 'em
It’s hard 'cause it ain’t easy leaving
The fake it, make it up ain’t what I thought it was, so I’ma trade my heels in
for boots
Oh, I’d pack my bags, but hell, I don’t need 'em
It’s hard 'cause it ain’t easy leaving
The fake it, make it up ain’t what I thought it was, so I’ma trade my heels in
for boots
I’m getting back to my roots
Back to my roots