Random Lyrics - 311 - 311

Sound boy proceed to blast into the galaxy, oh 

Go back rocket man into the sky, you'll see, oh 

Hear it all the time, come back, rewind 

Aliens are waitin', up in the sky 

Sound boy proceed to blast into the galaxy, oh 

Sound boy you come round 

Sound boy you stay 

No one's gonna harm you 

They all want you to play 

I watch the birds of prey that hunt the canyon below my house 

They're lookin' for a meal like a lizard or a mouse 

I wonder if they appreciate the setting like me 

To draw your own direction, choose to be free 

And I reserve the right to be as trite as I want 

And you can lick but don't bite 

I toss you here to vermont, I kick it lickety split 

And hand it to the man in the tan van 

And as for you and your crew, I don't hate you 

Peace is my priority, 'cuz Marley said for surity 

And what do you think I'm doin'? 

I'm not just here for screwin' 

Yo and if it's sore take care of it 

Perhaps from too much stuckin' 

But anytime your aware of it, then keep on fuckin' 

You know we're cool 

(Isn't that random?) 

When we come 'bout people get ready 

(Isn't that random? Gonna freak it national) 

Sound boy gonna rock you 

(Isn't that random?) 

People rock steady 

(Isn't that random?) 

To be the one who has it all is not that hard 

And I'll be that type of dude in a funky car 

I dream of a suit that'll fit my rhyme 

When I recognize my girl from a former life 

I love it when the only sound that I hear 

Is your infectious laughter 

I will hear you again in eight hundred years 

If I'm still lucky 

Go north on outpost then take a left on mull-holland 

To me that's where I like it and macapa drive is callin' 

I get up to the sun and then I stretch out 

It's beginnin' to look like summer 

And I'm down with no doubt, swing 

You know we're cool 

(Isn't that random?) 

When we come 'bout people get ready 

(Isn't that random? Gonna freak it national) 

Sound boy gonna rock you 

(Isn't that random?) 

People rock steady 

(Isn't that random?) 

I break a silly peace for offerin', rap weasel then I'm bofferin' 

I'd give you an exclusive on my playlist 

The thought and styles I kick are from a radom hat pick 

That's why most radio will never play this tell 'em again 

Me a rude boy from Omaha, Nebraska 

Sick as a porno flick yet gold as precious laugter 

Many don't agree but we can't care about that 

'Cuz we're never gonna wear the old hat, spoken