311 - C.U.T.M. lyrics
[311 - C.U.T.M. lyrics]
Hexum, Sexton, Mahoney, and Wills
We groove so fuckin’ hard it
Gives you the chills well I’ve been stricken
The bass is kickin’
When suckers step to me, boy
I give them a lickin’
Cosmic Utopian Thrivin’ Mission, my baby
Cosmic Utopian Thrivin’ Mission, my baby
I feel good yo bad self
Well, I am the Hexum, call me Nick
I live by the code of cosmic
I’ve come to say, we’re here to stay
Utopian way we’ll play today
We’ve got the drive, we are so live
Won’t take a dive, we’re gonna thrive
We got a condition called ambition
To the cosmic utopian thrivin’ mission
Witness this, yo the pissed lyricist
In your face celebratin’ a brand new race
We know colors are just
Brothers and some others
Drive on the ginger but
They failed to mention
The consequence of no conscience
You can’t fool
I’m schoolin’ you with the new school
Now speakin on a round
Step back mother fucker, i’m goin’ to town
I feel good break it down
I got one more rhyme
Yes, the verbs I got they hit that spot
The crowd is freakin’ and bro, I’m peekin’
When I’m on stage, you’re havin’ a fit
But without my brothers, baby, I ain’t shit
We groove so fuckin’ hard it
Gives you the chills well I’ve been stricken
The bass is kickin’
When suckers step to me, boy
I give them a lickin’
Cosmic Utopian Thrivin’ Mission, my baby
Cosmic Utopian Thrivin’ Mission, my baby
I feel good yo bad self
Well, I am the Hexum, call me Nick
I live by the code of cosmic
I’ve come to say, we’re here to stay
Utopian way we’ll play today
We’ve got the drive, we are so live
Won’t take a dive, we’re gonna thrive
We got a condition called ambition
To the cosmic utopian thrivin’ mission
Witness this, yo the pissed lyricist
In your face celebratin’ a brand new race
We know colors are just
Brothers and some others
Drive on the ginger but
They failed to mention
The consequence of no conscience
You can’t fool
I’m schoolin’ you with the new school
Now speakin on a round
Step back mother fucker, i’m goin’ to town
I feel good break it down
I got one more rhyme
Yes, the verbs I got they hit that spot
The crowd is freakin’ and bro, I’m peekin’
When I’m on stage, you’re havin’ a fit
But without my brothers, baby, I ain’t shit