Lyrics
Sound boy proceed to blast into the galaxy Go back rocket man into the sky you'll see Hear it all the time, come back rewind Aliens are waiting up in the sky Sound boy proceed to blast into the galaxy Sound boy when you come 'round Sound boy won't you stay No one gonna harm you They all want you to play I watch the birds of prey that Hunt the canyon below my house They're looking for a meal like a lizard or a mouse I wonder if they appreciate the setting like me To control 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 lickity 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 'cause Marley said for sure-ity Just 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 sucking But anytime you're aware of it then keep on fucking You know we cool (Isn't that random?) When we come 'bout people so clear no fear We're in your ear You know we will So get ready For comes Picked up so what (Hey, isn't that random?) You know Sound boy It's gonna rock you (Hey, isn't that random?) Oh picked clear So clear We're in your ear You know People rock steady hey (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 will 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 800 years if I'm still lucky Go north on outpost then take a left on Mullholland 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 beginning to look like summer And I'm down with no doubt (swing) You know we cool (Isn't that random?) When we come 'bout make it clear no fear So dear and we're in your ear You know people rock steady For comes I picked up so what (Hey, isn't that random?) You know Sound boy It's gonna rock you (Hey, isn't that random?) Oh picked clear So clear We're in your ear You know People rock steady hey (Isn't that random?) I break a silly peace for offering Rap weasel then I'm boffering I'd give you an exclusive on my playlist The thought and styles I kick are from a random 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 laughter Many don't agree but we can't care about that 'Cause we're never gonna wear the old hat, spoken
Song details
Artist: 311
Writer(s): Douglas Vincent Martinez, Nicholas Hexum, Chad Ronald Sexton
Album: 311
Release information: album: "311" (1995)
- Film / album: 311