Letras
Don't do that, don't flatter the past
Don't go back to a time where I didn't have
You are mad for thinking like that
Clara, be real, you were always sad
Oh damn, now I feel bad
Look at his face, look at what you have
Oh man, my roots grow fast
Yeah, I lost myself for a while
Like a key somewhere deep in the couch
Always push myself in the wrong direction
But it don't matter how far, I still don't fall
When you are my roots, my roots
Ooh, my roots, they grow when I'm with you