T & P Combo Lyrics - 311 - 311

People sing about the coming of spring 

But what is comin' down around it's snow or it's rain 

It's insane and I'm still in the same gang 

The way the weather act's it's a shame okay 

Badder behavior in our shit is flavor 

Grandiose endeavors yes the quest is greater 

Make no mistake I know the time and I wake 

I slip only when P-Nut gets me baked from that shake 

Yeah you can't fuck with this 

You're Walter Middy don't take it as a dis 

But the fantasy has got to end this minute 

I had a fucking dream and yo now I'm in it 

I've been at many junction but I know about the function 

If someone brings you down keep punching 

We bunched in a little house where conditions got squalid 

But where we at now, solid 

I concur time it slurs and it blurs 

The vision like a drug and yo it's the word 

How absurd deliver us from nerds 

And funky 40 oz. Glass littered curbs 

Soon the church pitted bell will clang 

Boys on the corner mack with slang playin' a dice game 

When I walk by it some bag lady goes sha-na-na-na 

Your street time is limited 'cause this bad rocks it 

Take your whole crew put 'em all in your pocket 

If your feelin' sick rub it on with Vicks 

'N take two to six of our sweet super mix 

Your street time is limited 'cause this band rocks it 

Take your whole crew put 'em all in your pocket 

If your feelin' sick we got the elixir 

Rub it on down with the sweet super mixer 

Late night radio players late night airwave invaders 

Yeah we got the force late night radio 

Zooma zooma zooma yeah we got the boom 

Blowin' up the spot so so give us room 

We prowl sometimes we howl hysterical 

When we take the stage see a miracle 

I realize today nothing is more vestigial 

Than the young space walkin' individual 

For years and years bubbling up with soul power 

To detonate this planet or reach another 

Yeah we take it up a notch 

We diggin' the shit so deep like Ralston digs scotch 

Botch this and I'll regret it no that's not what I'm saying 

Remember this instead I'm staying 

We played in a little house where conditions got squalid 

But where we at now, solid 

We hauled a van with a RV that was a bad call 

It all went up in flames but I haven't seen it all 

Homey steps to me and say hey where ya goin' 

Oh just headin' back to where I done my growin' 

If you must know go somewhere over the rainbow 

The adventures of a cosmic hero 

From planet to planet my tags a crater 

If you're not in the future you're not here either 

Labeled psychedelic we can play disco 

When the going gets weird you know the weird turn pro 

Your street time is limited 'cause this band rocks it 

Take your whole crew put 'em all in your pocket 

If your feelin' sick rub it on with Vicks 

'N take two to six of our sweet super mix 

Your street time is limited 'cause this band rocks it 

Take your whole crew put 'em all in your pocket 

If your feelin' sick we got the elixir 

Rub it on down with the sweet super mixer 

Late night radio players late night airwave invaders 

Yeah we got the force late night radio