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Song title: 311 - Tribute

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Music: sexton; lyrics: hexum/martinez

This one is dedicated to the excitable ones
Not the possums playing dead messing with my head
X amount of action, x amount of games
For years again I tell you the same, ooh ooh ooo

Gone already to the bored of it all type, lingo
That Im seein every single night Im out
Bustin head for it but yours gets busted right back
Lip split and, I messed up but I got back tryin
Dont bother lying bout constant dissapointment
But the fun in the hunt so quit actin on a front
Youre unmotivaded youre sorta faded
But the remedy is not so get on with what you got

Remember lady of guadelupe
The times my mother made mole
After mass we would get home
The girls running to the phone
And Im in my bedroom the 45 on my record player
Was were in this love together
At the time I never realized how songs haunted
The ones that I heard I played because I wanted
Drawing on my wall from time to time coolin
Making creatures come alive with no schoolin

When Im on the microphone
The method that I make is much patience
The method that I make is much patience
I wait for the beat and then I make sense
Im comin in hot forgot you definitely got no clue
Im comin in hot you got you definitely got so rude
Boy actin coy but you got nuts like almond joy
I tell ya this is a tribute

No one looks as foolish as the excitable ones
But then again theres no one has as much fun
X amount of action, x amount of games
For years again I tell you the same, ooh ooh ooo

Once I met a man who made nearly no mistakes
He would never bet on a longshot
Never bet on a break and
Hes condescending and talks gossip galore
But the dude was definitely such a bore
Hear me now I messed up but I got back trying
Dont bother lying bout constant dissapointment
But the fun is in the hunt so quit actin on a front
Yeah, unmotivated youre sort faded
But the real man is not
The one hiding behind the gunshot, boom!

Time travelin through my memory
Theres a younger doug gazin at the galaxy
Space trippin vato of the stars
Searchin for ufos from neptune and mars
Ode to an alien I know youre out there
Cosmic lonely heart tell me if you care
Im listening for your sound, here on the ground
Im listening for your sound, here on the ground

When Im on the microphone
The method that I make is much patience
The method that I make is much patience
I wait for the beat and then I make sense
Im comin in hot forgot you definitely got no clue
Im comin in hot you got you definitely got so rude
Boy actin coy you got nuts liek almond joy
I tell ya this is a tribute

Im vexing many mofos but Im wishing you the best
I keep bout half my lyrics and I throw out the best
Cause fly on by, you can if you want
The method that makes sense is patience
Hear me now I messed up but I got back trying
Dont bother lying bout constant dissapointment