T & P Combo 311

[Verse 1: Doug "SA" Martinez]
People sing about the comin' of spring
But what is comin' down around, it's snow or it's rain
It's insane, and I'm still in the same gang
The way the weather acts, it's a shame
Okay, badder behavior in our shit is flavor
Grandiose endeavors, yes, the quest is greater
Make no mistake, I know the time and I wake
I slip only when P-Nut gets me baked from that shake

[Bridge 1: Nick Hexum]
Yeah, you can't fuck with this
You're Walter Mitty, don't take it as a diss
But the fantasy world has gotta end this minute
I had a fuckin' dream, and yo, and now I'm in it
I've been at many junction but I know about the function
If someone brings you down, keep punchin'
We bunched in a little house where conditions got squalid
But where we at now: solid

[Pre-Chorus 2: Doug "SA" Martinez]
I concur, time, it slurs and it blurs
The vision like a drug, and yo, it's the word
How absurd, deliver us from nerds
And funky 40 oz glass littered curbs
Soon the church pitted bell will clang
Boys on the corner mack with slang
Play a dice game; when I walk by it
Some bag lady goes sha-na-na-na