Grassroots Lyrics
| Song | Grassroots |
| Artist | 311 |
| Album | Grassroots |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| Lyrics：Hexum Music：Hexum/Sexton | |
| 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 to 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 |
| Lyrics: Hexum Music: Hexum Sexton | |
| 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 to 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 |
| Lyrics: Hexum Music: Hexum Sexton | |
| 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 to 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 |
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