I look for absolutes and there's absolutely none
311 has grass roots, for your funk
Buddy, I'll drop down, ooh
311, true to no tradition
Knowing no perdition, that's my game for instance
Peace to all crews that want some peace
A piece to any crew that want a piece
But a hundred different people already told what we about
I look for an absolute and there's absolutely none
First the Mid, then the West, then we slide through the East
311 has grass roots, come on jump
311 has grass roots
[Incomprehensible]
That you see, if not it will fall down
And the butcher, the baker, the fabulous drama maker
So I make not attempt to try an' suss the stupid out
The only survey is when our heart pays no attention
We waste so many moments standing on convention
I say bring it on
The roots that grow underground are as big as the tree
Many of meanings manage to come from the insane
Listen to everyone, then disregard it
Nothing brings it all together, the journey's never done
It doesn't even really matter unless I fail to mention that
The roots that grow underground are as big as the tree
Peace to all crews that want peace, check it out
Challenge comes and goes and there will be another
A capital two burns in my mind, give me some peace
And the 311 crew not down with conviction
I'd sing you 'Stormy Weather' but it's been sung
I looked at her, I looked at him and neither one did know
311 has grass roots, for your funk
The truth is what you shoot for, not one
File check, file check the files of my brain
The meaningful shit comes back, back to where it started
311 has grass roots
Challenge comes and goes an' there will be another
Where the wild thoughts grow, check it out
Move with persistence, cover much distance
That you see, if not it will fall down
A cracker on a truck goin' breaker, breaker
The truth is what you shoot for not one
I'd turned into a roughneck, that was not my intention
311 has grass roots, come on jump
I'd be in 'Stormy Weather' but it's been sung
So let's have some fun
So, let's have some fun
311 has grass roots, true
The only survey is when our heart pays no attention
We waste so many moments standing on convention
Nothing brings it all together, the journey's never done
311 has grass roots, true
I say bring it on
But once in every while so I can
In your cranium surrounded by pot like a geranuim
