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
With sits in my good things brain layin' the tracks
Like a loco mo spark the Jay
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 that's lame
I would be a liar 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
Switchin the emphasis from art to money
But I demand autonomy what else
I tell you what's wrong to me
The industry's ability to manufacture stars
They churn them 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 crap
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 goin'
Throwin' down sit back and watch my life flowin'
And knowing life is but a dream
You can ask my home team, and uh, let me tell you how I see
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 go to do if you want to be the best
So I'm on a threshold so don't tell me no
I just flow and know I can count on my bros
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 that's lame
I would be a liar if I said I was inspired
Nothin' to say, but that's ok
Nod your head to this, to this, to this
Don't you know that the Devil he's in me and God she is too
My Yin hates my Yang, but what the hell ya gonna do
I choose a rocky ass path, but that's how I like it
Life's a bowl of punch go ahead and spike it
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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
With sits in my good things brain layin' the tracks
Like a loco mo spark the Jay
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 that's lame
I would be a liar 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
Switchin the emphasis from art to money
But I demand autonomy what else
I tell you what's wrong to me
The industry's ability to manufacture stars
They churn them 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 crap
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 goin'
Throwin' down sit back and watch my life flowin'
And knowing life is but a dream
You can ask my home team, and uh, let me tell you how I see
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 go to do if you want to be the best
So I'm on a threshold so don't tell me no
I just flow and know I can count on my bros
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 that's lame
I would be a liar if I said I was inspired
Nothin' to say, but that's ok
Nod your head to this, to this, to this
Don't you know that the Devil he's in me and God she is too
My Yin hates my Yang, but what the hell ya gonna do
I choose a rocky ass path, but that's how I like it
Life's a bowl of punch go ahead and spike it
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
With sits in my good things brain layin' the tracks
Like a loco mo spark the Jay
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 that's lame
I would be a liar 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
Switchin the emphasis from art to money
But I demand autonomy what else
I tell you what's wrong to me
The industry's ability to manufacture stars
They churn them 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 crap
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 goin'
Throwin' down sit back and watch my life flowin'
And knowing life is but a dream
You can ask my home team, and uh, let me tell you how I see
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 go to do if you want to be the best
So I'm on a threshold so don't tell me no
I just flow and know I can count on my bros
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 that's lame
I would be a liar if I said I was inspired
Nothin' to say, but that's ok
Nod your head to this, to this, to this
Don't you know that the Devil he's in me and God she is too
My Yin hates my Yang, but what the hell ya gonna do
I choose a rocky ass path, but that's how I like it
Life's a bowl of punch go ahead and spike it
Writer: NICHOLAS LOFTON HEXUM
Copyright: Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group
Copyright: Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group