Fatlip – Writer's Block Lyrics  Produced By: J-Swift & Venus
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One out of every two people that see me In the street ask me
about my CD What style will I create? And what's the delay on
the release date?  I hate to tell y'all the cold, cold truth I'm
a old nigga in the vocal booth Coulda been a legend like Big and
'Pac But I caught a bad case of writer's block  Writer's block,
for those unaware Is a condition that's hardly rare Often
compared to a tree that bears no fruit A bank account with no
loot The inability to produce a thought Ideas get stale, brain
cells rot  Failed attempts at concentration I'm in a state of
psychological stagnation  So whatcha gonna do? You try to write
it but nothing will come to you Don't try to fight it, tell me,
what's it gonna be? Don't lose your cool, I know it's usually so
easy  But now you've been caught up with writer's block  [Verse
2] Stuck on stupid, thinking bout the new kid On the block, as
the clock keeps tic