Artist/Band:
311
Lyrics for Song: C. U. T. M.
Lyrics for Album: Other Songs - 311
Hexum, sexton, mahoney and willsWe groove so fuckin'
hard it gives you the chillsWell I've been strickenThe
bass is kickin'When suckers step to me,
boy, I give them a lickin'ChorusCosmic utopian thrivin'
mission, my babyCosmic utopian thrivin' mission,
my babyI feel goodYo bad selfWell,
I am the hexum, call me nickI live by the code of cosmicI've
come to say, we're here to stayUtopian way we'll play
todayWe've got the drive, we are so liveWon't take
a dive, we're gonna thriveWe got a condition called
ambitionTo the cosmic utopian thrivin' missionChorusWitness
this, yo the pissed lyricistIn your face celebratin'
a brand new raceWe know colors are just brothers and
some othersDrive on the ginger but they failed to mentionThe
consequence of no conscienceYou can't fool,
I'm schoolin' you with the new schoolNow speakin on
a round, step back mother fucker,
I'm goin' to townChorusI feel goodBreak it downI got
one more rhymeYes, the verbs I gotThey hit that spotThe
crowd is freakin'And bro.,
I'm peekin'When I'm on stage,
you're havin' a fitBut without my brothers, baby, I ain't shitChorus
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