Album Name

Grassroots

Artist

311

Genre

록/메탈

Release Date

1994.07.05

Release Agency

Warner Music

311 - Grassroots
I flip when I kick it trippin it
So I can check shit not in a daily style
But once in every while so I can
File check file check the files of my brain
Many of meaning manage
to come from the insane
And the butcher the baker
the fabulous drama maker
A cracker on a truck goin' breaker breaker
Listen to everyone then disregard it
The maningful shit comes back
back to where it started
In your cranium surrounded by pot
like a geranuim
A capital 2 burns in my mind
give me some peace
I looked at her I looked at him
and neither one did know
Where the wild thoughts grow check it out
I look for absolutes and
there absolutely none
The truth is what you shoot for not one
Nothing brings it all together
the journeys never done
I'd sing you Stormy Weather
but it's been sung so
Let's have some fun
Three Eleven hass grass roots
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 if not it will fall down
We waste so many moments
standing on convention
The only survey is when our heart
pays no attention
Move with persistence cover much distance
Knowing no perdition that's my game
for instance
Three Eleven true to 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
I look for absolutes and
there absolutely none
The truth is what you shoot for not one
Nothing brings it all together
the journeys never done
I'd sing you Stormy Weather
but it's been sung so
Let's have some fun
Three Eleven hass grass roots
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 if not it will fall down
We waste so many moments
standing on convention
The only survey is when our heart
pays no attention