Plain 311

[Verse 1]
I'm in a good way on a bad day
Thinking of a plan, a way to stay
On top of it, nailin' in
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 Jay

[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

[Post-Chorus]
Oh, 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 okay

[Refrain]
Nod your head to this

[Verse 2]
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
Switchin' 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 them out like Iwojema makes cars
But the blame lies not with those suits for trying
It's the sheep that keep on buying that soulless crap
Whatever they put in front of ya
The hysteria of America