311 - Lucky Lyrics
Im takin to the bridge and theres a different countryIm bringing with me the people I know deep down are funkyOh yeah we dap we got the juice its on tapNever take the time to rewind all the weak crapHere take it its yours the gift is callingThe sunshine be falling our way first every morningIm a magician you see Im christened with conditionHeld over from a future would Ive come to you so listenTheres a place out in deep spaceWhere all the brothers chant and dance and rantAnd shave their heads like buddhaIm a fly guy you know Im smootherOf course no remorse is felt for all those loser crewsI do not care what you do, I always screw upBut when I do its nothing like you, I wish you grew upYoure saying anything like promise to get cleanWont kick half dead *****ed up in the headJust get him out of here hes making me sickWe push a sucker outWith much force and much cloutDidnt want to do itThats not what were aboutBut we got to have a limitHow low can you get itSeems about time toChange the subjectAnd sing about the wise eyedThat makes me feelGood and never doI leave misunderstoodDamn you know I feel good trueI got a choice of what Im gonna do its like this thatSwingin on my batMix a melody with some back chatTell em againDam I know you feel good tooYou got a choice of what youre gonna do its like this thatNippin on a catMix a melody with some back chatIm rollin slow no particular place to go so nothings changedThe more things stay the same the more it doesnt matterTo a late day st. bernard acting hardBut I throw down like a crazy retardBut what cold make a manWanna walk around the school yard with his tool hardWhat could make the switch to call a woman a *****It probably downed when you couldnt get a date to the promAnd you were stuck with beavisLets leave us on a note of positivelyIm saying this for levityBut if I leave it brief I call it brevityI said I see the people rockingWhich means theres no stopping the flowAnd you can just tell em that you knowEvery night yeah we turning upAnd comin off liveLike and final 311 battle breakin idolsOn the one you never heard beforeYou know the hard-core rockinPumping the dance floorLeave ya feet sore lookin for your micatinBecause the mic is deadly in the mood we inCertified not fakin coool like a jamaicanEvery time the enemy hear us they will be shakin
