Delicate Roots
YEBBA"Delicate Roots" is a song by YEBBA, released in 2026 in the Pop genre. The song is 3:04 long and contains 46 lines and 253 words.
Lyrics
0:11Maybe I could be your superhero
0:13Set if off in the end
0:18Swinging from the edifice
0:20And landing in the palm of your hand
0:26Or maybe I could be some old forgotten trinket
0:29Put on a shelf
0:33Moving it from here and there
0:35Till pride's the only thing you got left
0:41Delicate roots
0:43These are the lines in my room
0:48Collecting the dust
0:51Come way too close and I'll shoot
1:03I'll shoot I'll shoot
1:03I'll shoot I'll shoot I'll shoot
1:10Clean-cut like a razor blade
1:12You sting just like a sore in my mouth
1:17Body like a bottle
1:19Made no effort any way to stand out
1:24You say nobody's perfect
1:26But my filter wouldn't work in a drought
1:32Our levels of perception had me moving
1:34Even further down South
1:39Delicate roots
1:42These are the lines in my room
1:47Collecting the dust
1:50Come way too close and I'll shoot
1:53I'll shoot I'll shoot I'll shoot
1:55Ah
1:56I'll shoot I'll shoot I'll shoot
1:57I'll shoot I'll shoot I'll shoot
1:58I'll shoot I'll shoot I'll shoot
1:59I'll shoot I'll shoot I'll shoot
2:01I'll shoot I'll shoot I'll shoot
2:02I'll shoot I'll shoot I'll shoot
2:04I'll shoot I'll shoot I'll shoot
2:05I'll shoot I'll shoot I'll shoot
2:25Maybe
2:28Maybe just maybe
2:32Maybe
2:39Maybe I could be your superhero
2:41Set it off in the end
2:46Swinging from the edifice
2:48And landing in the palm of your hand
2:53Or maybe I could be a trinket on a shelf
3:01Moving here from there
3:04Pride's the only thing you got left
Maybe I could be your superhero Set if off in the end Swinging from the edifice And landing in the palm of your hand Or maybe I could be some old forgotten trinket Put on a shelf Moving it from here and there Till pride's the only thing you got left Delicate roots These are the lines in my room Collecting the dust Come way too close and I'll shoot I'll shoot I'll shoot I'll shoot I'll shoot I'll shoot Clean-cut like a razor blade You sting just like a sore in my mouth Body like a bottle Made no effort any way to stand out You say nobody's perfect But my filter wouldn't work in a drought Our levels of perception had me moving Even further down South Delicate roots These are the lines in my room Collecting the dust Come way too close and I'll shoot I'll shoot I'll shoot I'll shoot Ah I'll shoot I'll shoot I'll shoot I'll shoot I'll shoot I'll shoot I'll shoot I'll shoot I'll shoot I'll shoot I'll shoot I'll shoot I'll shoot I'll shoot I'll shoot I'll shoot I'll shoot I'll shoot I'll shoot I'll shoot I'll shoot I'll shoot I'll shoot I'll shoot Maybe Maybe just maybe Maybe Maybe I could be your superhero Set it off in the end Swinging from the edifice And landing in the palm of your hand Or maybe I could be a trinket on a shelf Moving here from there Pride's the only thing you got left
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