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Last week I ran into Georgia, she said if I told you
There's something about you, you've been different these days
She asked me is there some kind of skin care
Asking if I'm doing something she ain't
She's got a hair appointment for next month
And wants to know what I got done
And the truth is
I went back to my roots, swore off the bleach
Cut off my bangs like my mama had in '93
Right back to who I used to be
Who would've thought dirty blonde fit so naturally
Finally split ways with dead ends
God knows that it was so long overdue
I went back to my roots
Back to my roots
His hair is studded with low lies
Staying on at girl's night
With box wine or box dye
Woke up to it pink
When he didn't come back
I dyed it jet black
Got real tired of that 'bout after a week
I went purple, blue, even red
It's funny how what fit me best
Was back to my roots, swore off the bleach
Cut off my bangs like my mama had in '93
Right back to who I used to be
Who would've thought dirty blonde fit so naturally
Finally split ways with dead ends
God knows that it was so long overdue
I went back to my roots
Back to my roots
Yeah, back to my roots
And these roots run deep
So I'll let 'em grow
Hell, I'll just let it breathe
Right back to who I was underneath
Stop tryna be somebody that ain't me
Finally split ways with dead ends
God knows that it was so long overdue
I ain't saying I won't get a highlight or two
But for now
I'm back to my roots
Back to my roots