lirik lagu writer’s block – sanova
“writers block”
it ain’t easy. it ain’t easy…(echo)
[verse 1: sanova]
barely 2 am /
i’m at it again /
gripping this pen /
writing another song, hopefully this one, it is a gem /
cross my fingers, compose a jingle. hope this single spins /
but i barely listen to the radio, don’t know what “in” /
perhaps i follow trends /
but nah i know deep down within /
that’s not me. might as well be a leaf blowing in the wind /
by following them /
hopefully n0body i subliminally offend /
but i can’t relate to what they say / how much they make and spend /
i can’t pretend / my life is grime /
my pockets super thin /
yeah rub it in… /
benjamins, ballin’ and whipping your benz /
i turn the tv off / and now i’m back at it again /
gripping this ink pen /
hopefully this song will connect with them /
and draw them in /
is anybody out there listening? /
they whisphering… /
you can really hear it, if you listen in /
must be tripping /
look at the clock, its nearly 3 am /
i dose off only minutes later to hop up once again /
cuz man… /
chorus:
the day i stop / is the day when i catch writer’s block /
meantime i’m chilling right here glancing at the clock /
my eyes are shot / i try to rest but i toss and turn alot /
so i get back up and no i can’t sleep cuz of these racing thoughts /
that i got / these visions i see just can not be blocked /
too many concepts. too many ideas “off the top” /
things just keep coming right and left, sometimes i wish they would stop /
hope this ink pen runs out of ink as i just write and jot /
[verse 2: sanova]
grab more notebook paper / stack of pens / a pack of 10 /
lyrics just pouring in / the time now going on 4am /
i close the window, cuz the rain now is just pouring in /
as i sit back down, i begin to catch my 2nd wind /
a cl!ck of the pen / i start writing, but then i just drop a grin /
scratch that out. ball that up. toss that in the bin /
all these ideas flowing out at once.. nothing’s making sense /
my head it spins from all these concepts that have been trapped within /
i take a break. cl!ck on the radio… oh god not again /
they keep saying hiphop’s dead / i think its just low on oxygen /
too much politicking, hating, dissing, beefin’, knockin’. d-mn /
just stop with the “reality show” sh-t and just drop a jam /
the very best you can / yo flow. go ham /
cuz i know i am /
i be d-mn, if i let a critic’s opinion box me in /
that’s what i’m thinking… / don’t know why sometimes i hold it in /
just then i pick up the pen sitting right next to the empty soda can /
and once again /
chorus:
the day i stop / is the day when i catch writer’s block /
meantime i’m chilling right here glancing at the clock /
my eyes are shot / i try to rest but i toss and turn alot /
so i get back up and no i can’t sleep cuz of these racing thoughts /
that i got / these visions i see just can not be blocked /
too many concepts. too many ideas “off the top” /
things just keep coming right and left, sometimes i wish they would stop /
hope this ink pen runs out of ink as i just write and jot /
[verse 3: sanova]
as i write and jot / i eye the clock / its 5am /
my body tells me to stop but i can’t seem to drop this pen /
too many songs up top / nonstop they just keep rolling in /
by the time, i’m done / it’s 9 o clock going on 10 pm /
just then my phone it rings / its fam and friends, like “where you been”? /
just right here at home / writing songs working on music, man /
by the tone of their voice , i can tell that they don’t understand /
just then i put the phone on silence / lower the lights on dim /
it seems to set the perfect mood, no matter the mood i’m in /
i cue the music. its so therapeutic, it just sucks me in /
soon as i can picture the concept, like a movie, film /
i pick up the paper with the lyrics. press record and vent /
i nail it. first attempt, cuz h-ll i give it 200% /
cuz deep down i know this is more than a hobby / its deliverance /
soon i’ll be out of this predictament, i’m living in /
until then / i’ll be doc-menting my life through this pen /
the end… /
chorus:
the day i stop / is the day when i catch writer’s block /
meantime i’m chilling right here glancing at the clock /
my eyes are shot / i try to rest but i toss and turn alot /
so i get back up and no i can’t sleep cuz of these racing thoughts /
that i got / these visions i see just can not be blocked /
too many concepts. too many ideas “off the top” /
things just keep coming right and left, sometimes i wish they would stop /
hope this ink pen runs out of ink as i just write and jot /
(barely 2 am, i’m at it again. gripping this pen )
– echo
outro
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