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

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