Grassroots Lyrics - Grassroots - 311

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 (brain) 

Many of meaning manage to come from the insane 

And the butcher (huh?), the baker (what?) 

The fabulous drama maker 

A cracker on a truck goin', "breaker, breaker" 

Listen to everyone (uh huh), then disregard it 

The meaningful shit comes back, back to where it started 

In your cranium surrounded by pot like a geranium 

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 

[Chorus:] 

I look for absolutes and there absolutely none 

The truth is what you shoot for, not one 

Nothing brings it all together, the journey's never done 

I'd sing you "Stormy Weather," but it's been sung 

So let's have some fun 

311 has grassroots, we warned ya 

311 has grassroots, true 

311 has grassroots for your money 

311 has grassroots 

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 

Yada, yada-da-da, oh 

Move with persistence, cover much distance 

Knowing 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 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 wants a piece 

But peace to all crews that want peace 

Check it out 

[Chorus] 

Attention, 

Ee-da-da-day, ee-da-da-da-da-day 

Ee-da-da-day, ee-da-da-da-da-day 

Knowing no convention, no convention