Lyrics：Hexum Music：Hexum/Sexton I flip when I kick it trippin it So I can check **** 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 **** 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 **** 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 **** 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
