Lyrics to: Lucky
By Artist: 311
Im takin to the bridge and theres a different country
Im bringing with me the people I know deep down are funky
Oh yeah we dap we got the juice its on tap
Never take the time to rewind all the weak crap
Here take it its yours the gift is calling
The sunshine be falling our way first every morning
Im a magician you see Im christened with condition
Held over from a future would Ive come to you so listen
Theres a place out in deep space
Where all the brothers chant and dance and rant
And shave their heads like buddha
Im a fly guy you know Im smoother
Of course no remorse is felt for all those loser crews
I do not care what you do, I always screw up
But when I do its nothing like you, I wish you grew up
Youre saying anything like promise to get clean
Wont kick half dead fucked up in the head
Just get him out of here hes making me sick
We push a sucker out
With much force and much clout
Didnt want to do it
Thats not what were about
But we got to have a limit
How low can you get it
Seems about time to
Change the subject
And sing about the wise eyed
That makes me feel
Good and never do
I leave misunderstood
Damn you know I feel good true
I got a choice of what Im gonna do its like this that
Swingin on my bat
Mix a melody with some back chat
Tell em again
Dam I know you feel good too
You got a choice of what youre gonna do its like this that
Nippin on a cat
Mix a melody with some back chat
Im rollin slow no particular place to go so nothings changed
The more things stay the same the more it doesnt matter
To a late day st. bernard acting hard
But I throw down like a crazy retard
But what cold make a man
Wanna walk around the school yard with his tool hard
What could make the switch to call a woman a bitch
It probably downed when you couldnt get a date to the prom
And you were stuck with beavis
Lets leave us on a note of positively
Im saying this for levity
But if I leave it brief I call it brevity
I said I see the people rocking
Which means theres no stopping the flow
And you can just tell em that you know
Every night yeah we turning up
And comin off live
Like and final 311 battle breakin idols
On the one you never heard before
You know the hard-core rockin
Pumping the dance floor
Leave ya feet sore lookin for your micatin
Because the mic is deadly in the mood we in
Certified not fakin coool like a jamaican
Every time the enemy hear us they will be shakin