like ghetto box booming battles Rattle inside your head feel redeemed like cola bottles Fall in love with your teachers on the wax We are self made check the technique, 311
Now I know fools get their own when they chit chat Haven't heard yet, but you can bet, I'm not with that With that talk, with the digi walk I stalk a
This one is dedicated to the excitable ones Not the possums playing dead messing with my head X amount of action, X amount of games For years again I
, bud, indica Sativa, my reefer, my reefer Who's got it Who's got the herb Who's got it Who's got the herb 311 whoa Who's got the herb 311's got the
of something Something basic [Incomprehensible ]in the least I broke east You know I had to face it I guess, I flaked but it was no mistake Because 311
In a minute everything you have can all be straight gone In a minute things you though were tied can come straight undone How 'bout some knocks on wood
: Now I know fools get their own when they chit chat haven't heard yet but you can bet I'm not with that with that talk with the digi walk I struck a
: Today seems like a good day to burn a bridge or two the one with my old wood creaking that would burn away right on cue I try to be not like that '
dazzle like ghetto box boomin' battles rattle inside your head feel redeemed like cola bottles fall in love with your teachers on the wax we are self made, check the technique, 311
and pain it's so wack you should take a tip from the one Frank Black play some pachinko play some Parcheesi cause all the angst shit is just cheesy It's a 311
: (Come on y'all, come on and rock this day come on y'all, come on and rock this don't waste time, (??) jump to the beat then j-u-m-p! come on y'all,
something something basic no karma in the least I broke east you know I had to face it I guess I flaked but it was no mistake because 311's got the boom
cuz the techniques been suppressed the hour glass has passed through granules that's cool we gotta break it bust all these rules and switch change up the pitch rearrange our lives
: This next one is about the town we come from It's called Omaha Stylee In a minute everything you have can all be straight gone In a minute things
: This one is dedicated to the excitable ones not the possums playing dead messing with my head "X" amount of action, "X" amount of game for years again
mending together it's a question of whether live positive well I give P-Nut joints are fat, he must be arthritic Tim is from the '70s and so we live
: This next one is dedicated to all the stoners in the house to the ones that smoke the weed hydroponic is on Mother nature supreme step back and dream
: Smooth your psychedelic it's called the Nix Hex, dig it Story time sways away the haze they spent contemplating, formulating theory siring above me
