311 Plain Lyrics

I'm in a good way on a bad day.
Thinking of a plan, a way to stay on top of it
Nailin' it, I have a fit if I sit, sit doin' nothin'
Which is what I done so far but I carve a niche
Which sits in my good things brain.
Layin' the tracks like a loco mo, spark the j

Chorus :
Tabla Rosa is my brain
Don't mean to bug or drive you insane
Don't have to guess just, just what I'm sayin
If I had a point, I'd say it plain
Dammit my brain is blank
And now I say it would be a lie if I said I was inspired
Nothin' to say but that's ok

Nod your head to this.

Messin' around, I'm not having it
You bite the hand, I put your head out
I come to know a travesty and so sad to see
The scene dictated by frustrated former musicians
Switching' the emphasis from art to money
But I demand autonomy, what else, huh
I tell you what 's wrong to me
The industry's ability to manufacture stars
They churn 'em out like Iwo Jima makes cars
But the blame lies not with those suits for trying
It's the sheep that keep on buying that soulless c___
Whatever they put in front of ya
The hysteria of America

Nod your head to this.

Well, stress is the enemy and not a friend to me
One thing I see is to be easy going, throwing down, sit back
And watch my life flowing and knowing life is but a dream
You can ask my home team
Let me tell you how I seem
My economy seems to be in words, not action, actually ya see yes
I'm a tempest and I rarely rest
But that's what you got to do if you want to be the best
So I'm on the threshold
So don't tell me no
I just flow and know I can count on my bros.

Chorus

Don't you know that the devil he's in me and God she is too
My Yin hates my Yang, but what the f___ ya gonna do
I choose a rocky a__ path but that's how I like it
Life's a bowl of punch go ahead and spike it