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    311

    311 1995 ©

    All Mixed Up

    You've got to trust your instinct
    And let go of regret
    You've got to bet onyourself now star
    'Cause that's your best bet
    Watch me now with a wicked andwild and I said
    We come with the funky style that gets us known for the show
    Andwe'll mix the hip hop reggae if we say it is so
    And fuck the naysayers causethey don't mean a thing
    Cause this is what style we bring
    Now it's morning butlast night's on my mind
    There's something I need to get off my chest
    And nomatter what may come to shine
    The dream will always be mine
    All mixed up, youdon't know what to do
    Next thing you turn around and find the person is you
    Thought a freak might be the thing
    But the first could be the last, so just getoff of your ass
    All mixed up, you don't know what to do
    Next thing you turnaround and find the person is you
    Thought a freak might be the thing
    But youknow this will pass, so just get off of your ass
    You've got to trust yourinstinct
    And let go of regret
    You've got to bet on yourself now star
    `Causethat's your best bet
    Watch me now with a wicked and wild and I said
    Sick sickbit got to have it
    Like bustin' in on a session but you got to call it quits
    Sick sick bit just can't quit
    Fact that you don't even know makes it fully legit
    Now it's morning but last night's on my mind
    There's something I need to get offmy chest
    And no matter may come to shine
    The dream will always be mine
    You keepme coming,
    That is a gal that'll kill dem stunning
    You keep me coming,
    That is agal that'll kill dem stunning
    You keep me coming,
    That is a gal that'll kill demstunning
    You keep me coming,
    That is a gal that'll kill dem stunning
    You make menervous, throat dry
    My brain is empty, don't know why
    But I saw you doingsomething
    Which is really truly nothing
    But you could bust me out all day
    Manymoons since first I saw you
    Many moons since first we did the do
    Many moonssince first I saw you
    Many moons since first we did the do
    And why did I trywhen I knew it was no and
    Why did I try when I say it was so
    But save it forlate we should just let it skate
    'Cause the waiting feel is fine

    1995 ©

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