Luyện nghe bài hát Writer's Block

if i dont get this in one take, imma rappin
the song, i swear to god
im supposed to be a

i aint tryin to be one of them
that make hundreds of new songs and none of them are
some of em are cool, but aint say new
through a verse, just for somethin to do

i wanna be the cat, that put the on the back
of the camel and send him to the
i wanna a line thats in your head all day
songs that make you say you never that way

like im to give myself goosebumps, ok?
the truth inside me and put it on display
many folks listen to me close
i open my inner soul and it in my clothes

some flood the blogs, flood the streets
i dont nothin, im watering the seeds
i walk away from emcees offerin me
to a 16 and drop it on their beat

and its not like aint somethin that i need
theres a business side and i succeed
i got a wife and a couple kids to feed
but if i sell my love, then whats for me?

sometimes i dont a lot
i know some folks that writers block
i just it my process
it comes out when its ready to, i

i dont wanna let down, so
some new shit, you tell me how it sounds
i aint tryin to be or no shit
it hurts too bad to try and force it

had a off
i flew out to seattle to go and with jake
he can a break that make the famous do a take
im hyped, imaginin the magic that well

i love my family but damn they me
when im at home someones yellin daddy!
need to get away badly and
but its been a couple weeks since i wrote shit

im strugglin, up hummin
pace around the hotel, the aint comin
wrote a little somethin, throw it away, it
have an artist out moment and start buggin

maybe its the , my just lost
im probably a fraud that got lucky
if i let everybody down, then it all for?
lookin at seattle from the twenty third

cracked the window and swung open
nothin between me and the world
what if i decide to lean and fly?
say thats the way donny hathaway died

such a life ended in suicide
tryin to write was tearin him up inside
maybe tryin to write was tearin him up
i swear that tryin to write is me up inside

i bet that id regret it, the that i did it
wish that that instant i could livin
i the window closed said man, you trippin
sat down on the bed and wrote one

sometimes i dont a lot
i know folks out call that writers block
i call it my process
it out when its ready to, i guess

i dont wanna let down, so
heres new shit, you tell me how it sounds
i aint tryin to be or no shit
it hurts too bad to try and force it