Writer's Block Lyrics
| Song | Writer's Block |
| Artist | Brother Ali |
| Album | Writer's Block |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| 作曲 : Brother Ali | |
| if i don’t get this in one take imma quit rappin’ | |
| the whole song i swear to god | |
| i’m supposed to be a professional | |
| i ain’t tryin’ to be one of them dudes | |
| that make hundreds of new songs and none of them are good | |
| some of ‘em are cool but ain’t say nothin’ new | |
| runnin’ through a verse just for somethin’ to do | |
| i wanna be the cat that put the straw on the back | |
| of the camel and send him to the chiroprac | |
| i wanna write a line that’s in your head all day | |
| songs that make you say you never felt that way | |
| like i’m tryin’ to give myself goosebumps ok | |
| find the truth inside me and put it on display | |
| many dedicated folks listen to me close | |
| i open my inner soul and slip it in my clothes | |
| some flood the blogs some flood the streets | |
| i don’t flood nothin’ i’m watering the seeds | |
| i walk away from emcees offerin’ me cheese | |
| to author a 16 and drop it on their beat | |
| and it’s not like money ain’t somethin’ that i need | |
| there’s a business side and i wanna succeed | |
| plus i got a wife and a couple kids to feed | |
| but if i sell my love then what’s left for me | |
| sometimes i don’t write a lot | |
| i know some folks call that writer’s block | |
| i just call it my process | |
| it comes out when it’s ready to i guess | |
| i don’t wanna let nobody down so | |
| here’s some new shit you tell me how it sounds | |
| i ain’t tryin’ to be difficult or no shit | |
| it just hurts too bad to try and force it | |
| had a week off | |
| i flew out to seattle to go and build with jake | |
| he can make a break that make the famous do a take | |
| i’m hyped imaginin’ the magic that we’ll create | |
| i love my family but damn they distract me | |
| when i’m at home someone’s always yellin’ daddy | |
| need to get away badly and focus | |
| but it’s been a couple weeks since i really wrote shit | |
| i’m strugglin’ up late hummin’ | |
| pace around the hotel the words ain’t comin’ | |
| wrote a little somethin’ throw it away **** it | |
| have an artist freak out moment and start buggin’ | |
| maybe it’s the my fire’s just lost | |
| i’m probably a fraud that got lucky before | |
| if i let everybody down then what’s it all for | |
| lookin’ at seattle from the twenty third floor | |
| cracked the window and swung open wide | |
| nothin’ between me and the world outside | |
| what if i decide to lean forward and fly | |
| they say that’s the way donny hathaway died | |
| such a beautiful life ended in suicide | |
| maybe tryin’ to write was tearin’ him up inside | |
| maybe tryin’ to write was tearin’ him up inside | |
| i swear that tryin’ to write is tearin’ me up inside | |
| i bet that i’d regret it the second that i did it | |
| wish that that instant i could continue livin’ | |
| i pushed the window closed said man you trippin’ | |
| sat down on the bed and wrote this one | |
| sometimes i don’t write a lot | |
| i know folks out there call that writer’s block | |
| i just call it my process | |
| it comes out when it’s ready to i guess | |
| i don’t wanna let nobody down so | |
| here’s some new shit you tell me how it sounds | |
| i ain’t tryin’ to be difficult or no shit | |
| it just hurts too bad to try and force it |
| zuo qu : Brother Ali | |
| if i don' t get this in one take imma quit rappin' | |
| the whole song i swear to god | |
| i' m supposed to be a professional | |
| i ain' t tryin' to be one of them dudes | |
| that make hundreds of new songs and none of them are good | |
| some of ' em are cool but ain' t say nothin' new | |
| runnin' through a verse just for somethin' to do | |
| i wanna be the cat that put the straw on the back | |
| of the camel and send him to the chiroprac | |
| i wanna write a line that' s in your head all day | |
| songs that make you say you never felt that way | |
| like i' m tryin' to give myself goosebumps ok | |
| find the truth inside me and put it on display | |
| many dedicated folks listen to me close | |
| i open my inner soul and slip it in my clothes | |
| some flood the blogs some flood the streets | |
| i don' t flood nothin' i' m watering the seeds | |
| i walk away from emcees offerin' me cheese | |
| to author a 16 and drop it on their beat | |
| and it' s not like money ain' t somethin' that i need | |
| there' s a business side and i wanna succeed | |
| plus i got a wife and a couple kids to feed | |
| but if i sell my love then what' s left for me | |
| sometimes i don' t write a lot | |
| i know some folks call that writer' s block | |
| i just call it my process | |
| it comes out when it' s ready to i guess | |
| i don' t wanna let nobody down so | |
| here' s some new shit you tell me how it sounds | |
| i ain' t tryin' to be difficult or no shit | |
| it just hurts too bad to try and force it | |
| had a week off | |
| i flew out to seattle to go and build with jake | |
| he can make a break that make the famous do a take | |
| i' m hyped imaginin' the magic that we' ll create | |
| i love my family but damn they distract me | |
| when i' m at home someone' s always yellin' daddy | |
| need to get away badly and focus | |
| but it' s been a couple weeks since i really wrote shit | |
| i' m strugglin' up late hummin' | |
| pace around the hotel the words ain' t comin' | |
| wrote a little somethin' throw it away it | |
| have an artist freak out moment and start buggin' | |
| maybe it' s the my fire' s just lost | |
| i' m probably a fraud that got lucky before | |
| if i let everybody down then what' s it all for | |
| lookin' at seattle from the twenty third floor | |
| cracked the window and swung open wide | |
| nothin' between me and the world outside | |
| what if i decide to lean forward and fly | |
| they say that' s the way donny hathaway died | |
| such a beautiful life ended in suicide | |
| maybe tryin' to write was tearin' him up inside | |
| maybe tryin' to write was tearin' him up inside | |
| i swear that tryin' to write is tearin' me up inside | |
| i bet that i' d regret it the second that i did it | |
| wish that that instant i could continue livin' | |
| i pushed the window closed said man you trippin' | |
| sat down on the bed and wrote this one | |
| sometimes i don' t write a lot | |
| i know folks out there call that writer' s block | |
| i just call it my process | |
| it comes out when it' s ready to i guess | |
| i don' t wanna let nobody down so | |
| here' s some new shit you tell me how it sounds | |
| i ain' t tryin' to be difficult or no shit | |
| it just hurts too bad to try and force it |
| zuò qǔ : Brother Ali | |
| if i don' t get this in one take imma quit rappin' | |
| the whole song i swear to god | |
| i' m supposed to be a professional | |
| i ain' t tryin' to be one of them dudes | |
| that make hundreds of new songs and none of them are good | |
| some of ' em are cool but ain' t say nothin' new | |
| runnin' through a verse just for somethin' to do | |
| i wanna be the cat that put the straw on the back | |
| of the camel and send him to the chiroprac | |
| i wanna write a line that' s in your head all day | |
| songs that make you say you never felt that way | |
| like i' m tryin' to give myself goosebumps ok | |
| find the truth inside me and put it on display | |
| many dedicated folks listen to me close | |
| i open my inner soul and slip it in my clothes | |
| some flood the blogs some flood the streets | |
| i don' t flood nothin' i' m watering the seeds | |
| i walk away from emcees offerin' me cheese | |
| to author a 16 and drop it on their beat | |
| and it' s not like money ain' t somethin' that i need | |
| there' s a business side and i wanna succeed | |
| plus i got a wife and a couple kids to feed | |
| but if i sell my love then what' s left for me | |
| sometimes i don' t write a lot | |
| i know some folks call that writer' s block | |
| i just call it my process | |
| it comes out when it' s ready to i guess | |
| i don' t wanna let nobody down so | |
| here' s some new shit you tell me how it sounds | |
| i ain' t tryin' to be difficult or no shit | |
| it just hurts too bad to try and force it | |
| had a week off | |
| i flew out to seattle to go and build with jake | |
| he can make a break that make the famous do a take | |
| i' m hyped imaginin' the magic that we' ll create | |
| i love my family but damn they distract me | |
| when i' m at home someone' s always yellin' daddy | |
| need to get away badly and focus | |
| but it' s been a couple weeks since i really wrote shit | |
| i' m strugglin' up late hummin' | |
| pace around the hotel the words ain' t comin' | |
| wrote a little somethin' throw it away it | |
| have an artist freak out moment and start buggin' | |
| maybe it' s the my fire' s just lost | |
| i' m probably a fraud that got lucky before | |
| if i let everybody down then what' s it all for | |
| lookin' at seattle from the twenty third floor | |
| cracked the window and swung open wide | |
| nothin' between me and the world outside | |
| what if i decide to lean forward and fly | |
| they say that' s the way donny hathaway died | |
| such a beautiful life ended in suicide | |
| maybe tryin' to write was tearin' him up inside | |
| maybe tryin' to write was tearin' him up inside | |
| i swear that tryin' to write is tearin' me up inside | |
| i bet that i' d regret it the second that i did it | |
| wish that that instant i could continue livin' | |
| i pushed the window closed said man you trippin' | |
| sat down on the bed and wrote this one | |
| sometimes i don' t write a lot | |
| i know folks out there call that writer' s block | |
| i just call it my process | |
| it comes out when it' s ready to i guess | |
| i don' t wanna let nobody down so | |
| here' s some new shit you tell me how it sounds | |
| i ain' t tryin' to be difficult or no shit | |
| it just hurts too bad to try and force it |
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