311 - Tribute lyrics

This one is dedicated to the excitable ones Not the possums playing dead messing with my head X amount of action, X amount of games For years again I tell you the same Gone already to the bored of it all type, lingo That I'm seein' every single night I'm out Bustin' head for it but your's gets busted Right back lip split and I messed up but I got back tryin' Don't bother lyin' 'bout constant disappointment But the fun is in the hunt so quit actin' on a front And you're unmotivated, sorta faded But the remedy is not so, get on with what you got Remember Lady of Guadeloupe, the times my mother made mole After ma** we would get home, the girls are runnin' to the phone And I'm in my bedroom the 45 on my record player Was we're in this love together At the time I never realized how songs haunted The ones that I heard I played because I wanted Drawin' on my wall from time to time coolin' Makin' creatures come alive with no schoolin' When I'm on the microphone The method that I make is much patience The method that I make is much patience I'm waiting for the beat and then I make sense Ain't comin' in hot, forgot you definitely got no clue Ain't comin' in hot, you got, you definitely got so rude Boy, actin' coy but you got nuts like Almond Joy, I tell ya This is a tribute No one looks as foolish as the excitable ones But then again there's no one that has this much fun X amount of action, X amount of games For years again I tell you the same Once I met a man who made nearly no mistakes He would never bet on a long shot and he never bet on a break and He's condescending and talks gossip galore But the dude was definitely such a bore, hear me now I messed up but I got back trying Don't bother lying 'bout constant disappointment But the fun is in the hunt so quit actin' on a front Yeah, unmotivated, sorta faded But the real man is not the one hiding behind the gunshot Time travelin' through my memory There's a younger dough gazin' at the galaxy Space trippin' veto of the stars Searchin' for UFOs from Neptune and Mars Ode to an alien, I know you're out there Cosmic, lonely heart tell me if you care I'm listening for your sound, here on the ground I'm listening for your sound, here on the ground When I'm on the microphone The method that I make is much patience The method that I make is much patience I'm waiting for the beat and then I make sense Ain't comin' in hot, forgot you definitely got no clue Ain't comin' in hot, you got, you definitely got so rude Boy, actin' coy but you got nuts like Almond Joy, I tell ya This is a tribute I'm vexing many mofos but I'm wishing you the best I keep 'bout half my lyrics and I throw out the rest 'Cause fly on by, you can if you want to The method that makes sense is patience