Sick of this feeling I'm immuned crack a smile not amused I still got a lot to prove Trying not to lose my mind was on top of the world and now I'm, and now I'm back to the roots (Yeah I'm back to the roots) Gotta live to lose but that ain't what I'm trying to do if you can't flourish here you gotta move Father Time ain't waiting for this life of mine I'm stuck in my youth 'til I go back to my roots Ayo I'm glad that we parted feeling cold hearted The fruits of my labor's back in the Square Garden said one day I'm packing my bags and I'm going Didn't think I'd stay till this long, long as I'm growing Sipping Coronas I think of Motorolas The young nights under the park lights dreaming to blow up Always said a prayer then I laid sleep Yeah tonight I gaze at the same stars the same dreams Always good to see the fam 'cuz they made me who I am, mom's got the vocals and pop knows how to jam yeah I'm back in the House of Arts they're my heart love still in tact safe to say we're living large I made marks in the motherland, rose like the Son of Man, pics and autographs yellow stack rubber bands Reflect alone as I lay sleep Tonight I gaze at the same stars the same dreams Sick of this feeling I'm immuned crack a smile not amused I still got a lot to prove Trying not to lose my mind was on top of the world and now I'm, now I'm back to the roots (Yeah I'm back to the roots) Gotta live to lose but that ain't what I'm trying to do if you can't flourish here you gotta move Father Time ain't waiting for this life of mine I'm stuck in my youth 'til I go back to my roots To the corners of the earth and back home I took the bus Memory Lane's the same everything else ain't what it was 11 years gone too long friends moved on Relationships turned lukewarm I just want to right my wrongs Hit up the bro to slap box yeah he's older but quicker the sting of his smacks still lingers Flex still dropping bombs hurry up and play the song Old school so what? I ain't tryna grow up Grab a slice at Amores mi amore See feeing these youngins flex I see their flaws Grandpa's old still praying I pop I wonder if all my haters keep praying I flop, Cross Bronx to G dub them memories embedded Always late to job sites but I don't regret it Younger days of Long Isl has been a long a while Rapper since a young child flossed out lost and never found Sick of this feeling I'm immuned crack a smile not amused I still got a lot to prove Trying not to lose my mind was on top of the world and now I'm now I'm back to the roots (Yeah I'm back to the roots) Gotta live to lose, but that ain't what I'm trying to do, if you can't flourish here you gotta move Father Time ain't waiting for this life of mine I'm stuck in my youth 'til I go back to my roots, back to the roots