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Struggling to write, writers block
It's something I don't like, gotta find my spot
Like reviving for everyone's sake
For the future, it's gonna be hard to regain

(Verse 1)
I'm up late trying to find something to say
For the next tape I want to put on display
You can hate me, but that won't stop me writing
What will stop me is the same words that rhyme in
Every bar, I'm chewing on a Cadbury bar
Looking at the stars saying ‘will it be far
To reach my goals', buy when I started
School fucked me over, trying to restart this
My goal is to make a rap every week
But I have to clue how to make good beats
For these lyrics I type on computer
I'd write with a pen, but the led gets looser
Trying to think, where are my thoughts?
Is it time to sink into the core?
Gaming till I'm sick to get the mind off things
So I can come back and spit or sing
But I'm

(Chorus) x2
Struggling to write, writers block
It's something I don't like, gotta find my spot
Like reviving for everyone's sake
For the future, it's gonna be hard to regain

(Verse 2)
I'm taking my time, no need to rush
Every line I type has to have a buzz
I'll just quit, but I'll never do that
So this one's for the people that wonder where I'm at
Wonder where I'm at? You probably don't care
You just want me to rap to whip out your hair
Every stare I cop is well to handle
If it's outside the block, I won't stand you
Need to understand, writing lyrics takes days
I hate my rhyme schemes, I'm repeating this again
If I don't keep up with my songs, I'll lose it
I got some old lyrics, I'm not afraid to use it
I'm walking up and down the house, thinking of topics
I wanna write this, but it's the same old subject
I'll try making a beat, I'm randomly humming
To get the mind of things, it didn't work so fuck it
‘Cause I'm

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