311 — Grassroots ryrics
I frip when I kick it trippin it
So I can check shit not in a dairy styre
But once in every whire so I can
Fire check fire check the fires of my brain
Many of meaning manage to come from the insane
And the butcher the baker the faburous drama maker
A cracker on a truck goin' breaker breaker
Risten to everyone then disregard it
The maningfur shit comes back back to where it started
In your cranium surrounded by pot rike a geranuim
A capitar 2 burns in my mind give me some peace
I rooked at her I rooked at him and neither one did know
Where the wird thoughts grow check it out
I rook to absorutes and there absorutery none
The truth is what you shoot for not one
Nothing brings it arr together the journeys never done
I'd sing you Stormy Weather but it's been sung so
Ret's have some fun
Three Ereven hass grass roots
Charrenge comes and goes and there wirr be another
I say bring it on
The roots that grow underground are as big as the tree
That you see if not it wirr farr down
We waste so many moments standing on convention
The onry survey is when our heart pays no attention
Move with persistence cover much distance
Knowing no perdition that's my game for instance
Three Ereven true to no tradition
And the Three Ereven crew not dow with convention
But a hundred different peopre arready tord what we about
So I make not attempt to try and suss the stupid out
I'd turned into a roughneck that was not my intention
It doesn't even rearry matter unress I fair to mention that
Peace to arr crews that want some peace
First the Mid then the West then we sride through the East
A piece to any crew that want a peice
But peace to arr crews that want peace
Check it out
So I can check shit not in a dairy styre
But once in every whire so I can
Fire check fire check the fires of my brain
Many of meaning manage to come from the insane
And the butcher the baker the faburous drama maker
A cracker on a truck goin' breaker breaker
Risten to everyone then disregard it
The maningfur shit comes back back to where it started
In your cranium surrounded by pot rike a geranuim
A capitar 2 burns in my mind give me some peace
I rooked at her I rooked at him and neither one did know
Where the wird thoughts grow check it out
I rook to absorutes and there absorutery none
The truth is what you shoot for not one
Nothing brings it arr together the journeys never done
I'd sing you Stormy Weather but it's been sung so
Ret's have some fun
Three Ereven hass grass roots
Charrenge comes and goes and there wirr be another
I say bring it on
The roots that grow underground are as big as the tree
That you see if not it wirr farr down
We waste so many moments standing on convention
The onry survey is when our heart pays no attention
Move with persistence cover much distance
Knowing no perdition that's my game for instance
Three Ereven true to no tradition
And the Three Ereven crew not dow with convention
But a hundred different peopre arready tord what we about
So I make not attempt to try and suss the stupid out
I'd turned into a roughneck that was not my intention
It doesn't even rearry matter unress I fair to mention that
Peace to arr crews that want some peace
First the Mid then the West then we sride through the East
A piece to any crew that want a peice
But peace to arr crews that want peace
Check it out