311 - Tribute Lyrics
Music: sexton; lyrics: hexum/martinezThis one is dedicated to the excitable onesNot the possums playing dead messing with my headX amount of action, x amount of gamesFor years again I tell you the same, ooh ooh oooGone already to the bored of it all type, lingoThat Im seein every single night Im outBustin head for it but yours gets busted right backLip split and, I messed up but I got back tryinDont bother lying bout constant dissapointmentBut the fun in the hunt so quit actin on a frontYoure unmotivaded youre sorta fadedBut the remedy is not so get on with what you gotRemember lady of guadelupeThe times my mother made moleAfter mass we would get homeThe girls running to the phoneAnd Im in my bedroom the 45 on my record playerWas were in this love togetherAt the time I never realized how songs hauntedThe ones that I heard I played because I wantedDrawing on my wall from time to time coolinMaking creatures come alive with no schoolinWhen Im on the microphoneThe method that I make is much patienceThe method that I make is much patienceI wait for the beat and then I make senseIm comin in hot forgot you definitely got no clueIm comin in hot you got you definitely got so rudeBoy actin coy but you got nuts like almond joyI tell ya this is a tributeNo one looks as foolish as the excitable onesBut then again theres no one has as much funX amount of action, x amount of gamesFor years again I tell you the same, ooh ooh oooOnce I met a man who made nearly no mistakesHe would never bet on a longshotNever bet on a break andHes condescending and talks gossip galoreBut the dude was definitely such a boreHear me now I messed up but I got back tryingDont bother lying bout constant dissapointmentBut the fun is in the hunt so quit actin on a frontYeah, unmotivated youre sort fadedBut the real man is notThe one hiding behind the gunshot, boom!Time travelin through my memoryTheres a younger doug gazin at the galaxySpace trippin vato of the starsSearchin for ufos from neptune and marsOde to an alien I know youre out thereCosmic lonely heart tell me if you careIm listening for your sound, here on the groundIm listening for your sound, here on the groundWhen Im on the microphoneThe method that I make is much patienceThe method that I make is much patienceI wait for the beat and then I make senseIm comin in hot forgot you definitely got no clueIm comin in hot you got you definitely got so rudeBoy actin coy you got nuts liek almond joyI tell ya this is a tributeIm vexing many mofos but Im wishing you the bestI keep bout half my lyrics and I throw out the bestCause fly on by, you can if you wantThe method that makes sense is patienceHear me now I messed up but I got back tryingDont bother lying bout constant dissapointment
