311 - Random

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 (come round)
Sound boy
Won't you stay? (stay)
No one gonna
Harm you (harm you)
They all want you to play

I watch the birds of prey that
Hunt the canyon below my house
Looking for a meal like
A lizard or a mouse
I wounder if they apperciate
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 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
'Cause marley said for sure ity
What do you think I'm doin',
I'm not only here for screwin' yo
And if it's sore take care of it
Perhaps from to muck stucking
But anytime your aware of it
Then keep on f***ing

Isn't that random?
You know we cool
When we come 'bout
(Isn't that random?)
People get ready
Sound boy gonna rock you
(Isn't that random?)
People rock steady
(Isn't that random?)

To be the one that
Has it all is not that hard
And I be that type of
Dude in a funky car
I dream of a suit
That will fit my rid
When I recognise
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
And 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

Isn't that random?
You know we cool when we come 'bout
(Isn't that random?)
People get ready
Sound boy gonna rock you
(Isn't that random?)
People rock steady
(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 thoughts 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 were never
Gonna wear the old hat
Spoken