UPROOT

There's a fig tree on my rooftop

This gardenless city's acting too tough

It's poetic for that plant pot

To even dream about getting big enough

I've got a pot too small for my roots

There's nothing I can do

I'll simply have to bloom

Far down below my capacity

They won't water me

I'm no priority

So I, I grow weeds

To keep me company

While I depend on the sky

Begging for rain

I spent my days tryna get by

I must make somebody cry to survive

Grow out of this life

Make somebody cry to survive

Grow out of this life

I've got a pot too small

I must uproot

I must uproot

I must uproot

I'm a flower, won't you pick me?

Pull me outta here, take my beauty

I'll be your coward, turn me into a bouquet

Find two lovers, then throw me away

'Cause I've got a pot too small for my roots

There's nothing I can do

I'll simply have to bloom

Far down below my capacity

They won't water me

I'm no priority

So I, I grow weeds

To keep me company

While I depend on the sky

Begging for rain

I spent my days tryna get by

I must make somebody cry to survive

Grow out of this life

Make somebody cry to survive

Grow out of this life

I've got a pot too small

I must uproot

I must uproot

I must up—

I must make somebody cry to survive

Grow out of this life

Make somebody cry to survive

Grow out of this life

I've got a pot too small

I must uproot

I must uproot

I must up—