Interpret:

Flo Rida

Album:

R.O.O.T.S.(Route of Overcoming the Struggle)

(Chorus) 
Hard to follow my dreams workin this 9 to 5 
People keep tellin me my check is on the way 
So sun up to sundown I’m grindin, tryin to make it by 
Prayin for my shift to come and take away the pain 
That day is finally here (x3) 
New shoes, new clothes, new whip, new chain, 
new wrist, knew that, knew this, finally here 
That day is finally here (x2) 
New shoes, new clothes, new whip, new chain 
New wrist, knew that, knew this 


(Verse 1) 
No, no I won’t settle for nothing less than the air that I breathe 
I-I-I know it’s a struggle, but who the hell g’on do it for me 
Who the hell g’on do it free 
If I don’t get up and bust my ass, that’s my motto 
I can’t put my faith in the lotto, luck don’t stay nowhere near where I go 
Unless you ride that muthafucka 
And you be lucky enough to get away, in the grave 
What can I do, what can I say, I tried to get paid 
But I got grazed, the bullet went through 
But I ain’t get paid, 
Now what do I appreciate? My J-O-B 
Hey boss, I’m comin in late 


(Chorus) 


(Verse 2) 
Lil cousin got it right? and bike without no frame, ride the same rides without no brain? 
Life ain’t life, without no shame, if I make it out the hood, damn right I’m gon change 
My cell phone number 
But the area code still gon be 305 tho 
My friends who was my friends just like my kin 
Walked em in model? 
But please wipe your feet on the rug 
You can keep your shoes on, it’s all love 
Boy let me stop, im dreamin too much, now who the hell 
?Gon give up a million bucks 
Nobody but God, right now I could use me one of them black cards 
I’m scarred, I fell apart, I came here with stars, its hard huh? 


(Chorus) 


(Verse 3) 
F-F-F-Findin me 
That day I been tryin to reach, that pay I been diein to see 
Boy them folk wouldn’t lie to me 
I thought money ain’t grow on trees 
Depends on the roots, how you plant that seed 
They quit, you can’t see no leaves 
Hold up, I need my versace’s 
Grace covers of magazines, my mother she proud of me 
Myself, I, the one who the haters thought wasn’t gon be shit 
Big yachts, every day I get seasick, I was broke, the prefix 
My book say “Why yall gave that nigga some cash?” 
I wrote a song about it, wanna hear it? here it goes