Writers Block (Feat. Detailz)
'Got So Much On Ya Mind That Ya Stomach Is Sick'
ReeZen
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Story behind the song
Detailz On First Verse And Hook
Lyrics
::Detailz::
Times like these, I feel like explodin/
I cant seem to think, cant sleep, so Im hopin/
The buds in this bag is gonna help me stay focused/
And open up, Im like so sick and tired of been frozen up/
I wanna flow it sucks, I think Im goin nuts/
What rhymes after that, I dont know Im stuck/
All I wanna do is hop up on stage and hold my nuts/
And spit some ill shit, 'till you dont know what/
The fuck hit you, but im stuck tryna get thru/
The transition from/
My head to the pen to the napkin tissue/
This writers block has got my mic on lock/
I aint vented in a month, Ill fight em all in on the spot/
Starin at blank pages tryna capture a verse/
And gather my nerves, let em have it/
And only spit scattered words/
::Hook: Detailz::
Write a thousand words down, and none of em fit/
Hold that same pen for hours, and none its sick/
Got so much on ya mind that ya stomache is sick/
But when it comes to lines its a trouble to spit/
-Writers Block-
Write a thousand words down, and none of em fit/
Hold that same pen for hours, and none its sick/
Got so much on ya mind that ya stomache is sick/
But when it comes to lines its a trouble to spit/
-Writers Block-
::ReeZen::
Back to the wall, knees to my chest/
The need to impress put Reez to the test/
So I pick up my pen then flip a new page/
And all the blue lines turn into a blue maze/
I cant see straight put the tip to the paper/
Scream so loud that I wake up the neighbour/
Hands to my face and I think to the sky/
Scratchin out my thoughts 'for the ink even dry/
Im singin to the beat, just mumblin the words/
I got the flow down but got nuthin for the verse/
I was lovin it at first, thought it was a rockin beat/
Now the kick is starin and the snare is mockin me/
I cant stand it, wont have it, damn man im froze/
Where do I turn now, where do I go/
Do I flip a new page, pick a new beat/
Or should I give in and admit my defeat/
::Hook: Detailz::
::ReeZen::
Sixteen bars, thats sixteen lines/
Which is sixteen thoughts with sixteen rhymes/
And outta sixteen there is sixteen times/
When I wish I was sixteen with my sick teen mind/
I wish I had now what i had back then/
The sick twisted mindstate and that black pen/
I used to write rhymes that I never really used/
I need that fuel for my burnt out fuse/
I burned out so many pens in this game/
So why do I sit with just a pen and a name/
Im frustrated, must hate it, just aint enough/
I guess that a set of two nuts aint enough/
I cuss and I just wanna give it all up/
wannna Haaaawwwkk Tuuuee. and spit it all up'/
But I cant coz I wanna put my life in a drop/
But first I gotta get up and get out of writers block/
::Hook: Detailz::
