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Livin' & Rockin' lyrics

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     Livin' & Rockin'
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        Fire, is my method for destruction
    Leaving chard wreckage from my latest
    eruption
    Unpredictable, my erratic demeanor
    Bobbing and weaving as my mind gets leaner
    Though I'm trippin on legs that stumble but I don't
    fall down
    You know I'm singing out things you mumble
    from a lack of resound
    Pissed off mist lifts to honesty
    Now come down motherfucker with your philosophy

    I'm at ease when I feel there's a breeze
    Give me a little please
    Aristotle I'm not but think of Socrates
    So are you ready for your lesson blood?
    Democratic non erratic 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 thangs
    As you maintain or rearrange

    (Chorus)
    Can't nobody do it like 311
    Fuckin' up competition cuz 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
    Sending out gratitude like we laid it out on
    Down
    Throw down fuck the bullshit we're still the
    sound

    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

    The tragic fucking comedy that was last
    night
    Unfolds to my inner devils 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)

    Can't nobody do it like 311
    Fuckin' up competition cuz there really is
    none
    Steppin on your game from the first floor up tore up
    Electricity we store it up
     
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