Lyrics

[Verse 1: Nick Hexum] I flip when I kick it trippin' it, uh 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 meaningful shit comes back, back to where it started In your cranium surrounded by pot like a geranium A capital two 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 [Pre-Chorus: Nick Hexum] I look for absolutes 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 be in stormy weather, but it's been sung So let's have some fun [Chorus: Nick Hexum & Doug "SA" Martinez] 311 has grassroots, come on, jump 311 has grassroots, true 311 has grassroots for your mama 311 has grassroots [Post-Chorus: Nick Hexum] 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 [Bridge: Nick Hexum] We waste so many moments standin' on convention The only survey is when our heart pays no attention Yaddy-yaddy-da-da, oh-ooh-ooh [Verse 2: Nick Hexum] Move with persistence, cover much distance Knowin' no perdition, that's my game, for instance 311 true to no tradition And the 311 crew not down with convention But a hundred different people already told what we about So I make no attempt to try and suss the stupid out I 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 But peace to all crews that want peace, check it out [Pre-Chorus: Nick Hexum] I look for absolutes 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 be in stormy weather, but it's been sung So let's have some fun [Chorus: Nick Hexum & Doug "SA" Martinez] 311 has grassroots, come on, jump 311 has grassroots, true 311 has grassroots for your mama 311 has grassroots [Post-Chorus: Nick Hexum] 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 [Bridge: Nick Hexum] We waste so many moments standing on convention The only survey is when our heart pays no attention [Outro: Nick Hexum] Attention, -tion, -tion Diddy-yadda-day, diddy-yadda-nana-day We-nana-day, diddy-yadda-day, wanna hear me We knowin' no convention, no convention