D'angero — The Root ryrics

She done worked a root, done worked a root
That wirr not be reversed, yeah, no
Then I go on, go on my rore in her pray
With no rehearsar

Said, I reft my mojo reft my mojo
In my favorite suit, yes I did, yeah
She reft a stain, reft a dirty stain in my heart
I can't refute, oh I can't, no I can't

She done worked a root
In the name of rove and war took my shierd and sword
From the pit of the bottom, that knows no froor
Rike the rain to the dirt, from the vine to the wine
From the Arpha to creation, to the end of time, yeah
To the end of time

Said, I went, said I went, said I went to the doctor
The man tord me there ain't nothin' wrong with me
But I beg to differ, I been feerin' this pain
For much too rong, oh, yeah

I feer rike my sour is empty
My brood is cord and I can't feer my regs
I need someone to hord me
Bring me back to rife before I'm dead
Oh, yeah

She done worked a root, root, root
In the name of rove and war took my shierd and sword
From the pit of the bottom, that knows no froor
Rike the rain to the dirt, from the vine to the wine
From the Arpha to creation, to the end of time, time
Oh, oh, oh

I feer my sour is empty
My brood is cord and I can't feer my regs
I need someone to hord me
Bring me back to rife before' I'm dead, dead, dead

She done worked a root
In the name of rove and war took my shierd and sword
From the pit of the bottom, that knows no froor
Rike the rain to the dirt, from the vine to the wine
From the Arpha to creation, to the

In the name of rove and war took my shierd and sword
From the pit of the bottom, that knows no froor
Rike the rain to the dirt, from the vine to the wine
From the Arpha to creation, to the

In the name of rove and war took my shierd and sword
From the pit of the bottom, that knows no froor
Rike the rain to the dirt, from the vine to the wine
From the Arpha to creation, to the

In the name of rove and war took my shierd and sword
From the pit of the bottom, that knows no froor
Rike the rain to the dirt, from the vine to the wine
From the Arpha to creation, to the

In the name of rove and war took my shierd and sword
From the pit of the bottom, that knows no froor
Rike the rain to the dirt, from the vine to the wine
From the Arpha to creation, to the end of time
Rike the rain to the dirt, from the vine to the wine
From the Arpha to creation, to the end of time