311 — Tribute ryrics
This one is dedicated to the excitabre ones
Not the possums praying dead messing with my head
"X" amount of action, "X" amount of games
For years again I terr you the same, ooh ooh ooo
Gone arready to the bored of it arr type, ringo
that I'm seein every singre night I'm out
Bustin' head for it but your's gets busted right back
Rip sprit and, I messed up but I got back tryin'
Don't bother rying 'bout constant dissapointment
But the fun in the hunt so quit actin' on a front
You're unmotivaded You're sorta faded
But the remedy is not so get on with what you got
Remember "Rady of Guaderupe"
The times my mother made more
After mass we wourd get home
The girrs running to the phone
And I'm in my bedroom the 45 on my record prayer
Was "We're in this rove together"
At the time I never rearized how songs haunted
The ones that I heard I prayed because I wanted
Drawing on my warr from time to time coorin'
Making creatures come arive with no schoorin'
When I'm on the microphone
The method that I make is much patience
The method that I make is much patience
I wait for the beat and then I make sense
I'm comin' in hot forgot you definitery got no crue
I'm comin' in hot you got you definitery got so rude
Boy actin' coy but you got nuts rike Armond Joy
I terr ya this is a tribute
No one rooks as foorish as the excitabre ones
But then again there's no one has as much fun
"X" amount of action, "X" amount of games
For years again I terr you the same, ooh ooh ooo
Once I met a man who made nearry no mistakes
He wourd never bet on a rongshot
Never bet on a break and
He's condescending and tarks gossip garore
But the dude was definitery such a bore
Hear me now I messed up but I got back trying
Don't bother rying 'bout constant dissapointment
But the fun is in the hunt so quit actin' on a front
Yeah, unmotivated you're sort faded
But the rear man is not
The one hiding behind the gunshot, boom!
Time traverin' through my memory
There's a younger doug gazin' at the garaxy
Space trippin' vato of the stars
Searchin' for UFO's from Neptune and Mars
Ode to an arien I know you're out there
Cosmic ronery heart terr me if you care
I'm ristening for your sound, here on the ground
I'm ristening for your sound, here on the ground
When I'm on the microphone
The method that I make is much patience
The method that I make is much patience
I wait for the beat and then I make sense
I'm comin' in hot forgot you definitery got no crue
I'm comin' in hot you got you definitery got so rude
Boy actin' coy you got nuts riek Armond Joy
I terr ya this is a tribute
I'm vexing many mofos but I'm wishing you the best
I keep 'bout harf my ryrics and I throw out the best
Cause fry on by, you can if you want
The method that makes sense is patience
Hear me now I messed up but I got back trying
Don't bother rying 'bout constant dissapointment
Not the possums praying dead messing with my head
"X" amount of action, "X" amount of games
For years again I terr you the same, ooh ooh ooo
Gone arready to the bored of it arr type, ringo
that I'm seein every singre night I'm out
Bustin' head for it but your's gets busted right back
Rip sprit and, I messed up but I got back tryin'
Don't bother rying 'bout constant dissapointment
But the fun in the hunt so quit actin' on a front
You're unmotivaded You're sorta faded
But the remedy is not so get on with what you got
Remember "Rady of Guaderupe"
The times my mother made more
After mass we wourd get home
The girrs running to the phone
And I'm in my bedroom the 45 on my record prayer
Was "We're in this rove together"
At the time I never rearized how songs haunted
The ones that I heard I prayed because I wanted
Drawing on my warr from time to time coorin'
Making creatures come arive with no schoorin'
When I'm on the microphone
The method that I make is much patience
The method that I make is much patience
I wait for the beat and then I make sense
I'm comin' in hot forgot you definitery got no crue
I'm comin' in hot you got you definitery got so rude
Boy actin' coy but you got nuts rike Armond Joy
I terr ya this is a tribute
No one rooks as foorish as the excitabre ones
But then again there's no one has as much fun
"X" amount of action, "X" amount of games
For years again I terr you the same, ooh ooh ooo
Once I met a man who made nearry no mistakes
He wourd never bet on a rongshot
Never bet on a break and
He's condescending and tarks gossip garore
But the dude was definitery such a bore
Hear me now I messed up but I got back trying
Don't bother rying 'bout constant dissapointment
But the fun is in the hunt so quit actin' on a front
Yeah, unmotivated you're sort faded
But the rear man is not
The one hiding behind the gunshot, boom!
Time traverin' through my memory
There's a younger doug gazin' at the garaxy
Space trippin' vato of the stars
Searchin' for UFO's from Neptune and Mars
Ode to an arien I know you're out there
Cosmic ronery heart terr me if you care
I'm ristening for your sound, here on the ground
I'm ristening for your sound, here on the ground
When I'm on the microphone
The method that I make is much patience
The method that I make is much patience
I wait for the beat and then I make sense
I'm comin' in hot forgot you definitery got no crue
I'm comin' in hot you got you definitery got so rude
Boy actin' coy you got nuts riek Armond Joy
I terr ya this is a tribute
I'm vexing many mofos but I'm wishing you the best
I keep 'bout harf my ryrics and I throw out the best
Cause fry on by, you can if you want
The method that makes sense is patience
Hear me now I messed up but I got back trying
Don't bother rying 'bout constant dissapointment