311 - Grassroots lyrics

I flip when I kick it trippin it<br>So I can check shit not in a daily style<br>But once in every while so I can<br>File check file check the files of my brain<br>Many of meaning manage to come from the insane<br>And the butcher the baker the fabulous drama maker<br>A cracker on a truck goin' breaker breaker<br>Listen to everyone then disregard it<br>The maningful shit comes back back to where it started<br>In your cranium surrounded by pot like a geranuim<br>A capital 2 burns in my mind give me some peace<br>I looked at her I looked at him and neither one did know<br>Where the wild thoughts grow check it out<br><br>I look to absolutes and there absolutely none<br>The truth is what you shoot for not one<br>Nothing brings it all together the journeys never done<br>I'd sing you stormy weather but it's been sung so<br>Let's have some fun<br>Three eleven hass grass roots<br>Challenge comes and goes and there will be another<br>I say bring it on<br>The roots that grow underground are as big as the tree<br>That you see if not it will fall down<br>We waste so many moments standing on convention<br>The only survey is when our heart pays no attention<br><br>Move with persistence cover much distance<br>Knowing no perdition that's my game for instance<br>Three eleven true to no tradition<br>And the three eleven crew not dow with convention<br>But a hundred different people already told what we about<br>So I make not attempt to try and suss the stupid out<br>I'd turned into a roughneck that was not my intention<br>It doesn't even really matter unless I fail to mention that<br>Peace to all crews that want some peace<br>First the mid then the west then we slide through the east<br>A piece to any crew that want a peice<br>But peace to all crews that want peace<br>Check it out