[Verse 1: Nick Hexum]
Fire is my method for destruction
Leavin' charred wreckage from my latest eruption
Unpredictable, my erratic demeanor
Bobbing and weavin' as my mind gets leaner
Though I'm trippin' on legs that stumble but I don't fall down
You know I'm singin' out things you mumble from a lack of resound
Pissed off lifts mist to honesty
Now come down motherfucker with your philosophy
[Pre-Chorus 1: Doug "SA" Martinez, Nick Hexum, Both]
I'm at ease when I feel there's a breeze, give me a little please
Aristotle I'm not, but think of Socrates
Are you ready for your lesson blood? (What?)
Democratic, (Uh) non-erratic (Uh) Socratic method
We'll take away the pain, we'll pacify the bullshit built up in your brain in
Times of change or the same old things
As you maintain or rearrange
[Chorus: Nick Hexum & Doug "SA" Martinez]
Can't nobody do it like 311
Fuckin' up competition 'cause there really is none
Steppin' on your game from the first floor up, tore up
Electricity, we store it up
Can't nobody do it like 311
Break it down, what it is, dedication
Sendin' out gratitude like we laid it out on "Down"
Throw down, fuck the bullshit, we're still the sound
[Verse 2: Doug "SA" Martinez]
Wild and lost, speed, mad, a long way from sad
Lookin' good like you should, you're bad
An itinerant dimension mystic is your spirit, see
Like color absolute, bodiless indeed
Casual kindred spirit past
All the obstacles you're dealin' with at last
The nasdaq, two puppies, baby needs, new shoes
Car alarms, your rent, wedding bells, the blues
[Pre-Chorus 2: Nick Hexum]
The tragic fucking comedy that was last night
Unfolds to my inner devil's sheer delight
A pointless fucking banter in an endless bout
With whiskey soaked Frolic Room tobacco mouth
Then a sickening trip to what I call the elitist cesspool
Beckoning all the sycophants and defeated yes-fools
Hung over, broke, and a round of apologies
Now come down Martinez with the modern mythology
[Chorus: Nick Hexum & Doug "SA" Martinez]
Can't nobody do it like 311
Fuckin' up competition 'cause there really is none
Steppin' on your game from the first floor up, tore up
Electricity, we store it up
Can't nobody do it like 311
Break it down, what it is, dedication
Sendin' out gratitude like we laid it out on "Down"
Throw down, fuck the bullshit, we're still the sound
[Outro: Nick Hexum & Doug "SA" Martinez]
Can't nobody do it like 311
Fuckin' up competition 'cause there really is none
Steppin' on your game from the first floor up, tore up
Electricity, we store it up
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