Writers Block Lyrics - Singles - Sanova

It aint easy. It aint easy(echo) 

VERSE 1: 

Barely 2 am / 

Im 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, dont know what in / 

Perhaps I follow trends / 

but nah I know deep down within / 

Thats not me. Might as well be a leaf blowing in the wind / 

By following THEM / 

Hopefully nobody I subliminally offend / 

But I cant relate to what they say / How much they make and spend / 

I cant 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 Im 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 writers block / 

Meantime Im 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 cant 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: 

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 click 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.. Nothings making sense / 

My head it spins from all these concepts that have been trapped within / 

I take a break. Click on the radio Oh god not again / 

They keep saying hiphops dead / I think its just low on oxygen / 

Too much politicking, hating, dissing, beefin, knockin. DAMN / 

Just stop with the reality show shit and just drop a jam / 

THE VERY BEST YOU CAN / Yo flow. Go ham / 

Cuz I know I am / 

I be damn, if I let a critics opinion box me in / 

Thats what Im thinking / Dont 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 writers block / 

Meantime Im 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 cant 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: 

As I write and jot / I eye the clock / Its 5am / 

My body tells me to stop but I cant seem to drop this pen / 

Too many songs up top / Nonstop they just keep rolling in / 

By the time, Im done / Its 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 dont 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 Im 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 hell I give it 200% / 

Cuz deep down I know this is more than a hobby / Its DELIVERANCE / 

Soon Ill be out of this predictament, Im living in / 

Until then / Ill be documenting my life through this pen / 

THE END / 

CHORUS: 

The day I stop / Is the day when I catch writers block / 

Meantime Im 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 cant 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, Im at it again. Gripping this pen ) 

* echo 

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