Tekster:
Roots The Don T Feel Right

don't feel right, it don't feel right It don't feel, it don't feel, I can't feel it no more It don't feel right, it don't feel right It don't feel, it

don't feel right, it don't feel right It don't feel, it don't feel, I can't feel it no more It don't feel right, it don't feel right It don't feel, it

don't feel right, it don't feel right It don't feel, it don't feel, I can't feel it no more It don't feel right, it don't feel right It don't feel, it

down to our foreheads Jam curls, splits, dorags and pin curls yes Sexy boys walking round showing interest In what i don't know coz we all had flat chests Don't

no right to speak My son is not the savage boy you see The cape, the sneer, the slicked-back hair It hides the child I nursed and bathed, Senora Please don't

said, "Okay" "Where were we? Oh, dinner, right So what do you wanna do?" She said, "Why don't you whip up somethin? in the kitchen?" "Yeah?" I said, "Why don't

my eyes and give me sight Super energized and everyday I feel you give me life I seen the ways of the world intoxifying on pride Young man don't you

I'll put myself on the waiting list And get it all cleared up You're the one with the attitude Don't try and make me out To be the root of the evil

don't open, til after dark (Owoo) And it ain't 'til twelve 'til the party really starts (Yo, me and my crew had to be in by ten) Right before the fun