I flip when I kick it trippin it, trippin' it
So I can check shit not in a daily style
But once in every while so I can
File check check, file check the files of my brain
Many of meaning meanings manage to come from the insane
And the butcher butcher, the baker baker, the fabulous drama maker
A cracker on a truck goin' breaker, breaker breakerenter added
Listen to everyone everyone, then disregard it
The maningful meaningful shit comes back back, back to where it started
In your cranium surrounded by pot like a geranuim
A capital 2 two burns in my mind mind, give me some peace
I looked at her her, I looked at him and neither one did know
Where the wild thoughts grow grow, check it out

I look for an absolute and there's absolutely none
The truth is what you shoot for, not one
Nothing brings it all together, the journey's never done
I'd sing you 'Stormy Weather' but it's been sung
So let's have some fun

311 has grass roots, come on jump
311 has grass roots, true
311 has grass roots, for your funk
311 has grass roots

Challenge comes and goes an' there will be another
I say bring it on
The roots that grow underground are as big as the tree
That you see, if not it will fall down

We waste so many moments standing on convention
The only survey is when our heart pays no attention
Buddy, I'll drop down, ooh

Move with persistence, cover much distance
Knowing no perdition, that's my game for instance
311, true to no tradition
And the 311 crew not down with conviction
But a hundred different people already told what we about
So I make not attempt to try an' suss the stupid out

I'd turned into a roughneck, that was not my intention
It doesn't even really matter unless I fail to mention that
Peace to all crews that want some peace
First the Mid, then the West, then we slide through the East
A piece to any crew that want a piece
Peace to all crews that want peace, check it out

I look for absolutes and there there's absolutely none
The truth is what you shoot for not one
Nothing brings it all together together, the journeys journey's never done
I'd sing you Stormy Weather be in 'Stormy Weather' but it's been sung so
Let'sSo, let's have some fun
Three Eleven hass
311 has grass roots, come on jump
311 has grass roots, true
311 has grass roots, for your funk
311 has grass rootsenter added
Challenge comes and goes and there will be another
I say bring it on
The roots that grow underground are as big as the tree
That you see see, if not it will fall downenter added
We waste so many moments standing on convention
The only survey is when our heart pays no attention

Move with persistence cover much distance [Incomprehensible]
Knowing no perdition that's my game for instance
Three Eleven true to conviction, no tradition
And the Three Eleven crew not dow with convention
But a hundred different people already told 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 really matter unless I fail to mention that
Peace to all crews that want some peace
First the Mid then the West then we slide through the East
A piece to any crew that want a peice
But peace to all crews that want peace
Check it out