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| 311 311 T & P Combo Music: Mahoney/Wills; Lyrics: Hexum/Martinez People sing about the coming of spring But what is comin' down around it's snow or it's rain It's insane and i'm still in the same gang The way the weather act's it's a shame ok Badder behavior in our shit is flavor Grandiose endeavors yes the quest is greater Make no mistake i know the time and i wake I slip only when p-nut gets me baked from that shake Yeah you can't fuck with this You're walter middy don't take it as a dis But the fantasy has got to end this minute I had a fucking dream and yo now i'm in it I've been at many function but i know i'm about the function If someone brings you down keep punching We bunched in a little house where conditions got squalid But where we at now - solid I concur time it slurs and it blurs The vision like a drug and yo it's the word How absurd deliver us from nerds And funky 40 oz glass littered curbs Soon the church pitted bell will clang Boys on the corner mack with slang play a dice game When i walk by it some bag lady goes sha-na-na-na Your street time is limited 'cuz this band rocks it Take your whole crew put 'em all in your pocket If your feelin' sick rub it on with vicks 'N take 2 to 6 of our sweet super mix Your street time is limited 'cuz this band rocks it Take your whole crew put 'em all in your pocket If your feelin' sick we got the elixir Rub it on down with the sweet super mixer Late night radio players late night airwave invaders Yeah we got the force late night radio Zooma zooma zooma yeah we got the boom Blowin' up the spot so so give us room We prowl sometimes we howl hysterical When we take the stage see a miracle I realize today nothing is more vestigial Than the young space walkin' individual For years and years bubbling up with soul power To detonate this planet or reach another Yeah we take it up a notch We diggin' the shit so deep like ralston digs scotch Botch this and i'll regret it no that's not what i'm saying Remember this instead i'm staying We played in a little house where conditions got squalid But where we at now - solid We hauled a van with a rv that was a bad call It all went up in flames but i haven't seen it all Homey steps to me and say hey where ya goin' Oh just headin' back to where i done my growin' If you must go somewhere over the rainbow The adventures of a cosmic hero From planet to planet my tags a crater If you're not in the future you're not here either Labeled psychedelic we can play disco When the going gets weird you know the weird turn pro Your street time is limited 'cuz this band rocks it Take your whole crew put 'em all in your pocket If your feelin' sick rub it on with vicks 'N take 2 to 6 of our sweet super mix Your street time is limited 'cuz this band rocks it Take your whole crew put 'em all in your pocket If your feelin' sick we got the elixir Rub it on down with the sweet super mixer Late night radio players late night airwave invaders Yeah we got the force late night radio |
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