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| 311 Miscellaneous Livin' & Rockin' Fire is my method for destruction leaving charred wreckage from my latest eruption unpredictable, my erratic demeanor bobbing and weaving as my mind gets leaner though i'm trippin' on legs that stumble but I don't fall down you know I'm singing out things you mumble from a lack of resound pissed off mist lifts to honesty now come down motherfucker with your philosophy I'm at ease when I feel there's a breeze give me a little please Aristotle I'm not but think of Socrates so are you ready for your lesson blood? democratic non erratic Socratic method we'll take away the pain we'll pacify the bullshit up in your brain in times of change or the same old thangs as you maintain or rearrange Can't nobody do it like 311 fuckin' up competition cause there really is none steppin' on your game from the first floor up tore up electricity we store it up Can't nobody do it like 311 break it down, what it is, dedication sending out gratitude like we laid it out on Down throw down fuck the bullshit we're still the sound Wild and lost speed mad a long way from sad lookin' good like you should you're bad an itinerant dimension mystic is your spirit see like color absolute bodiless indeed casual kindred spirit past all the obstacles you're dealin' with at last the nasdaq, two puppies, baby needs new shoes car alarms, your rent, wedding bells, the blues The tragic fucking comedy that was last night unfolds to my inner devils sheer delight a pointless fucking banter in an endless bout with whiskey soaked frolic room tobacco mouth then a sickening trip to what I call the elitist cesspool beckoning all the sycophants and defeated yes-fools hung over, broke, and a round of apologies now come down Martinez with the modern mythology Can't nobody do it like 311 fuckin' up competition cause there really is none steppin' on your game from the first floor up tore up electricity we store it up Can't nobody do it like 311 break it down, what it is, dedication sending out gratitude like we laid it out on Down throw down fuck the bullshit we're still the sound Can't nobody do it like 311 fuckin' up competition cause there really is none steppin' on your game from the first floor up tore up electricity we store it up |
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