311 - Livin` And Rockin` Lyrics:
Fire is my method for destruction
Leaving charred wreckage from my latest eruption
Unpredictable, my erratic demeanor
Bobbing and weaving as my mind gets leaner
Though I`m trippin` on legs that stumble but I don`t fall down
You know I`m singing out things you mumble for a lack of resound
Pissed off mist lifts to honesty
Now come down motherf**ker with your philosophy

I`m at ease when I feel there`s a breeze
Give me a little please
Aristotle I`m not but think of Socrates
So are you ready for your lesson blood?
Democratic, non erratic Socratic method
We`ll take away the pain
We`ll pacify the bulls**t built up in your brain
In times of change or the same old thangs
As you maintain or rearrange

Can`t nobody do it like 311
F**kin` up competition `cuz there really is none
Steppin` on your game from the first floor tore up
Electricity, we store it up
Can`t nobody do it like 311
Break it down, what it is, dedication
Sending out gratitude like we laid it out on down
Throw down, f**k the bulls**t, we`re still the sound

Wild and lost speed mad
A long way from sad
Lookin` good like you should, you`re bad
An itinerant dimension mystic is your spirit see
Like color absolute bodiless, indeed
Casual kindred spirit past
All the obstacles you`re dealin` with at last
The nasdaq, two puppies, baby needs new shoes
Car alarms, your rent, wedding bells, the blues

The tragic f**king comedy that was last night
Unfolds to my inner devils sheer delight
A pointless f**king banter in an endless bout
With whiskey soaked frolic room tobacco mouth
Then a sickening trip to what I call the elitist cesspool
Beckoning all the sycophants and defeated yes fools
Hung over, broke, and a round of apologies
Now come down Martinez with the modern mythology

Can`t nobody do it like 311
F**kin` up competition `cuz there really is none
Steppin` on your game from the first floor, tore up
Electricity, we store it up
Can`t nobody do it like 311
Break it down, what it is, dedication
Sending out gratitude like we laid it out on down
Throw down, f**k the bulls**t, we`re still the sound

Can`t nobody do it like 311
F**kin` up competition `cuz there really is none
Steppin` on your game from the first floor, tore up
Electricity, we store it up

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