Discover the poetic beauty in ‘Full Ride’ by 311. This lyric breakdown takes you on a journey through the artist’s thoughts, emotions, and the story they aim to tell. From clever metaphors to evocative imagery, we delve into the nuances that make this song a lyrical masterpiece. Whether you’re a fan of 311 or a lover of well-crafted words, our detailed analysis will give you a deeper understanding and appreciation of this song.
Aw, shit, what, uh
You know the freaks can’t handle it
We keep on searching from the seaside to the mountainside, come on
Hardly out styled and hardly outblazened
Nectar natural, completely amazing
Others more concerned with just fronting on hardness
I flow sweet with millennium niceness
I don’t know if they’re just scared or what
But a little sincerity would knock them on their butt
I keep my dogs at my side and I keep my shit tight
Let me tell you how I feel, all right
Y’all’s radio rock ain’t tough
Can’t move to that, ain’t deep enough
One more time, groove on the line
Chills up my spine, ready, rewind
[Chorus]
The only thing that never gets old is honesty
You’ll probably be caught up fronting
The only thing you always try to be is hard
Because you’re scared that someone might pull your card
The only thing that never gets played out
Is melody, I’m hearing it calling me
It’s plain to see because it’s all laid out
Full ride, I’m a master of technology
Livin’ my life nice in pursuit of groove-ology I’m getting vibes like you checking me out
Without a doubt, I pull clout and crush crews in a rout
I’m a Doberman in any given reaction
Well mannered and reserved, yet ready for action
I let you have it all, I got nothin’ to hide
Let me tell you how we comin’
We comin’ what? Full what, full ride
We work it on the inside
As you’d expect, we come correct
While others just run and hide
Full ride, we work it on the inside
As you’d expect we come correct, uhh
I get the f*ck up rockin’ the jams, I bump disco
Playin’ records all day, then let go
I’m the king of my town but when my girl is around
Parlay like the Count of Monte Cristo
So simple, the jams are in front of me
Get drunk in New York, make fun of me
When we play, it’s a serious thing
To all the people who gather, here’s what we bring
[Chorus]
Yeah, yeah
Full ride, we work it on the inside
As you’d expect we come correct
While others just run and hide
Full ride, we work it on the inside
As you’d expect we come correct
Yes, yes, full ride, we work it on the inside
As you’d expect we come correct
While others just run and hide
Full ride, we work it on the inside
As you’d expect we come correct, uh