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Writer's Block

Hip-Hop/Rap

Writer's Block was released on October 31, 2025 by NGS Records as a part of the album Oh, Wow!

Song Details

Release DateOctober 31, 2025

LabelNGS Records

LanguageEnglish

Melodicness

Acousticness

Valence

Danceability

Energy

BPM109

OVERVIEW

LYRICS

Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS

Mario Domingo Gonzales

Mario Domingo Gonzales

Rap

COMPOSITION & LYRICS

Mario Domingo Gonzales

Mario Domingo Gonzales

Songwriter

PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING

JustDan

Producer

Lyrics

Yeah this that different kinda rappin'

This that how the fuck'd that happen?

Sicker than a bloodstained napkin

Prayin' that I'm called into action

I've been lackin'

Slackin' even

I was out this season

But the show go on and I got my reasons

Just like this evening'

I was thinkin' of silently droppin' the mic

I can't record somethin' I like

I pop in my airpods and hop on a bike

I'm searchin' for inspo and somethin' to write

But nothin' in sight

And sightseeing didn't really do the trick

So I thought that I would just go and hit this chick

And let her ride

And suck my dick

Because then maybe I would think of somethin' quick

But it took time and I spent mine wisely

Worked on life and I spent time

Fighting the urges of givin' in

And confiding in

These

People who just want a place

You really had a fall from grace

I'm happy that you're out my place

And happier you out my face

It's funny when you left you didn't even leave a trace

So it's no clean up work

Gettin' high eyes on the enterprise

I'm livin' life like Captain Kirk

Murder on my neck like it's life alert

Only buttons that I'm pressing are the push to start ugh

It's crazy

These girls all want my babies

But I know they would play me

That's why I do things safely

So maybe

Everything that glitters isn't always gold

If you really want fame you gotta sell your soul

And if you really want money gotta make it bro

If you really want some pussy gotta play these hoes

It'sthe rules of the game

But they don't really got a ref

So they made to be broke and we made to finesse

And my shawty got a body that was made to caress

And she only wearin' lace cause she planned to undress

Know girl's snortin' white like it's teeth with Crest

Ari asked for a grand I said thank you next

You seen me at my worst straight through the best so

You can hear the growth

I know you impressed go ahead say you ain't

The difference from my old to my new tracks well it's night and day

If you wanna see the future let me light the way

Gimme a cape let me save the day

Your favorite fuckin' rappers they were made to fake

And it's so damn sad cause you take the bait

I was

Born to create (Yes I make rhymes)

I was born to be late (Never on time)

I was born to be loved (I'll come out fine)

I was born to be hated

And so it's only right I am

What's there to be mad at fam?

There's a good and a bad

Haters and fans

Makin' some new ones

And cancelin' plans

See nowadays rappers are faker than tans

No bro you cannot be part of the clan

I'm tired of rapping and holding your hand

Bitch

Written by: Mario Domingo Gonzales

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