It's the truth, woman Roots woman, roots woman And you turn me on She's a roots woman She's my roots woman And I'm talking â??bout the Turn me on now Roots woman, roots woman (Oh, yeah) It's the truth, woman (I turn you on)

Uh, thinkin' out loud I must have a quarter million on me right now Hard to make a song 'bout somethin' other than the money Two things I'm 'bout is talkin' blunt and staying blunted Pretty women, are you here? Are you here right now, huh? We should all

Don't you know It sounds like a whisper Talkin' bout a revolution, oh no They're talkin' 'bout a revolution While they're standing in the welfare lines Crying at the doorsteps of those armies of salvation Wasting time in the unemployment lines Sitting

Tell me how you want it, yeah Tell me that you need me, yeah I'm talkin' 'bout Monday, Tuesday, Wednesday, Thursday, Friday Saturday, Sunday Monday, Tuesday, Wednesday, Thursday, Friday, Saturday All day, 24/7 Yeah, all day, 24/7 Call me and I'm on my

Lady writer on the TV Just the way that her hair fell down around her face Then I recall my fall from grace Another time, another place Talking about the Virgin Mary Yeah you know I'm talking about you and me And the lady writer on the TV Lady Writer on

Here comes forever girl Here comes that movie scene The one you think is so cliché That moment when we kissed By the lake pouring rain I ain't no superman I'm talking about starting out as friends I'm talking about real and not pretend I'm talking about

The man with the plan, I ain't playing, I'm 'bout business Lil Kodak had to get it off the Land, talking Disney You told on your mans, went to sing like you Whitney Floating on a Xan, swear to God it got me dizzy Project baby, I remember eating

I feel under appreciated Now girls help me out For all the time and effort I have put in this commitment 'Cause you know what I'm talking about I say I'm feeling under appreciated I remember when it all first began We were tight right from the start It

Cause that's how California rolls I'm talkin' 'bout me and you Baby you could be a movie star, hey (in Los Angeles) Get yourself a medical card, yea (in Los Angeles) They do the fingers like red fox (in Los Angeles) You can make it on a light blue box,

Who the fuck you talking to? Not me, Couldn't be me, No not me Uh no way no how, get like blaow, blaow, blaow kapaow (Yeah, you ever hear somebody sayin' something and you think they talking) (Bout you, you not quite sho' you know what I'm saying but