311 - Gra**roots lyrics

I flip when I kick it trippin' it So I can check sh**, 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 sh** 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 gra**roots, we warned ya 311 has gra**roots, true 311 has gra**roots for your money 311 has gra**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 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