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Writer's Block
4711
Hip-Hop/Rap
Writer's Block è stato pubblicato il 25 ottobre 2005 da Delicious Vinyl come parte dell'album The Loneliest Punk
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Data di uscita25 ottobre 2005
EtichettaDelicious Vinyl
LinguaEnglish
Melodicità
Acousticità
Valence
Ballabilità
Energia
BPM92

Crediti

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Fatlip
Fatlip
Performer
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Venus Brown
Venus Brown
Composer
J Sw!ft
J Sw!ft
Composer
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
J Sw!ft
J Sw!ft
Producer

Testi

One out of every two people that see me
In the street ask me about my CD
What style will I create
And what's the delay on the release date
I hate to tell y'all the cold cold truth
I'm an old **** in the vocal booth
I could've been a legend like Big and Pac
But I caught a bad case of writer's block
Writer's block for those unaware
Is a condition that's hardly rare
Often compared to a tree that bears no fruit
A bank account with no loot
The inability to produce a thought
Ideas get stale and brain cells rot
Failed attempts at concentration
I'm in a state of psychological stagnation
So what you gonna do
You try to write it but nothing will come to you
Don't try to fight it tell me what's it gonna be
Don't lose your cool I know it's usually so easy
But now you think thought I went writer's block
Stuck on stupid think about the new kid
On the block as the clock keeps ticking
Time is of essence must maintain presence
Out of sight out of mind still can't find
The words to explain my joy and my pain
I'm going insane like the **** from The Shining
Everything on the line when I'm rhyming
The only way I pay rent I represent
The only way I eat I rhyme to a beat
The only way I buy clothes I rock shows
Now you can see why the problem is bold
So what you gonna do
You try to write it but nothing will come to you
Don't try to fight it tell me what's it gonna be
Don't lose your cool I know it's usually so easy
But now you think thought I went writer's block
Yo it's kinda crazy when you think about it
I mean **** get paid just to say what
They think about this that and the other
It sound easy but on the real everybody sound greasy
Talk gangsta when you really ain't one
The last gat you blasted was a paint gun
Paint thick pictures pictures to get richer
When you're really a bitch I ain't mad with ya
I wish I could make people believe
That I slang keys and dug D's
But I'm sorta like a fucking dweeb
And that don't sell
I never been shot or been to jail
But I'm beginning to wish I had been
Just to put it down on a pad with a pen
Cause all I wanna do is ball like the rest of 'em
Inducted in the halls with the best of 'em
But for now it's just a dream
Cause I can't think of one fucking thing
So what you gonna do
You try to write it but nothing will come to you
Don't try to fight it tell me what's it gonna be
Don't lose your cool I know it's usually so easy
But now you think thought I went writer's block
Written by: Fatlip, J Sw!ft, Venus Brown
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