歌曲 | Writer's Block |
歌手 | Brother Ali |
专辑 | Writer's Block |
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作曲 : Brother Ali | |
if i don’t get this in one take imma quit rappin’ | |
the whole song i swear to god | |
i’m supposed to be a professional | |
i ain’t tryin’ to be one of them dudes | |
that make hundreds of new songs and none of them are good | |
some of ‘em are cool but ain’t say nothin’ new | |
runnin’ through a verse just for somethin’ to do | |
i wanna be the cat that put the straw on the back | |
of the camel and send him to the chiroprac | |
i wanna write a line that’s in your head all day | |
songs that make you say you never felt that way | |
like i’m tryin’ to give myself goosebumps ok | |
find the truth inside me and put it on display | |
many dedicated folks listen to me close | |
i open my inner soul and slip it in my clothes | |
some flood the blogs some flood the streets | |
i don’t flood nothin’ i’m watering the seeds | |
i walk away from emcees offerin’ me cheese | |
to author a 16 and drop it on their beat | |
and it’s not like money ain’t somethin’ that i need | |
there’s a business side and i wanna succeed | |
plus i got a wife and a couple kids to feed | |
but if i sell my love then what’s left for me | |
sometimes i don’t write a lot | |
i know some folks call that writer’s block | |
i just call it my process | |
it comes out when it’s ready to i guess | |
i don’t wanna let nobody down so | |
here’s some new shit you tell me how it sounds | |
i ain’t tryin’ to be difficult or no shit | |
it just hurts too bad to try and force it | |
had a week off | |
i flew out to seattle to go and build with jake | |
he can make a break that make the famous do a take | |
i’m hyped imaginin’ the magic that we’ll create | |
i love my family but damn they distract me | |
when i’m at home someone’s always yellin’ daddy | |
need to get away badly and focus | |
but it’s been a couple weeks since i really wrote shit | |
i’m strugglin’ up late hummin’ | |
pace around the hotel the words ain’t comin’ | |
wrote a little somethin’ throw it away **** it | |
have an artist freak out moment and start buggin’ | |
maybe it’s the my fire’s just lost | |
i’m probably a fraud that got lucky before | |
if i let everybody down then what’s it all for | |
lookin’ at seattle from the twenty third floor | |
cracked the window and swung open wide | |
nothin’ between me and the world outside | |
what if i decide to lean forward and fly | |
they say that’s the way donny hathaway died | |
such a beautiful life ended in suicide | |
maybe tryin’ to write was tearin’ him up inside | |
maybe tryin’ to write was tearin’ him up inside | |
i swear that tryin’ to write is tearin’ me up inside | |
i bet that i’d regret it the second that i did it | |
wish that that instant i could continue livin’ | |
i pushed the window closed said man you trippin’ | |
sat down on the bed and wrote this one | |
sometimes i don’t write a lot | |
i know folks out there call that writer’s block | |
i just call it my process | |
it comes out when it’s ready to i guess | |
i don’t wanna let nobody down so | |
here’s some new shit you tell me how it sounds | |
i ain’t tryin’ to be difficult or no shit | |
it just hurts too bad to try and force it |
zuo qu : Brother Ali | |
if i don' t get this in one take imma quit rappin' | |
the whole song i swear to god | |
i' m supposed to be a professional | |
i ain' t tryin' to be one of them dudes | |
that make hundreds of new songs and none of them are good | |
some of ' em are cool but ain' t say nothin' new | |
runnin' through a verse just for somethin' to do | |
i wanna be the cat that put the straw on the back | |
of the camel and send him to the chiroprac | |
i wanna write a line that' s in your head all day | |
songs that make you say you never felt that way | |
like i' m tryin' to give myself goosebumps ok | |
find the truth inside me and put it on display | |
many dedicated folks listen to me close | |
i open my inner soul and slip it in my clothes | |
some flood the blogs some flood the streets | |
i don' t flood nothin' i' m watering the seeds | |
i walk away from emcees offerin' me cheese | |
to author a 16 and drop it on their beat | |
and it' s not like money ain' t somethin' that i need | |
there' s a business side and i wanna succeed | |
plus i got a wife and a couple kids to feed | |
but if i sell my love then what' s left for me | |
sometimes i don' t write a lot | |
i know some folks call that writer' s block | |
i just call it my process | |
it comes out when it' s ready to i guess | |
i don' t wanna let nobody down so | |
here' s some new shit you tell me how it sounds | |
i ain' t tryin' to be difficult or no shit | |
it just hurts too bad to try and force it | |
had a week off | |
i flew out to seattle to go and build with jake | |
he can make a break that make the famous do a take | |
i' m hyped imaginin' the magic that we' ll create | |
i love my family but damn they distract me | |
when i' m at home someone' s always yellin' daddy | |
need to get away badly and focus | |
but it' s been a couple weeks since i really wrote shit | |
i' m strugglin' up late hummin' | |
pace around the hotel the words ain' t comin' | |
wrote a little somethin' throw it away it | |
have an artist freak out moment and start buggin' | |
maybe it' s the my fire' s just lost | |
i' m probably a fraud that got lucky before | |
if i let everybody down then what' s it all for | |
lookin' at seattle from the twenty third floor | |
cracked the window and swung open wide | |
nothin' between me and the world outside | |
what if i decide to lean forward and fly | |
they say that' s the way donny hathaway died | |
such a beautiful life ended in suicide | |
maybe tryin' to write was tearin' him up inside | |
maybe tryin' to write was tearin' him up inside | |
i swear that tryin' to write is tearin' me up inside | |
i bet that i' d regret it the second that i did it | |
wish that that instant i could continue livin' | |
i pushed the window closed said man you trippin' | |
sat down on the bed and wrote this one | |
sometimes i don' t write a lot | |
i know folks out there call that writer' s block | |
i just call it my process | |
it comes out when it' s ready to i guess | |
i don' t wanna let nobody down so | |
here' s some new shit you tell me how it sounds | |
i ain' t tryin' to be difficult or no shit | |
it just hurts too bad to try and force it |
zuò qǔ : Brother Ali | |
if i don' t get this in one take imma quit rappin' | |
the whole song i swear to god | |
i' m supposed to be a professional | |
i ain' t tryin' to be one of them dudes | |
that make hundreds of new songs and none of them are good | |
some of ' em are cool but ain' t say nothin' new | |
runnin' through a verse just for somethin' to do | |
i wanna be the cat that put the straw on the back | |
of the camel and send him to the chiroprac | |
i wanna write a line that' s in your head all day | |
songs that make you say you never felt that way | |
like i' m tryin' to give myself goosebumps ok | |
find the truth inside me and put it on display | |
many dedicated folks listen to me close | |
i open my inner soul and slip it in my clothes | |
some flood the blogs some flood the streets | |
i don' t flood nothin' i' m watering the seeds | |
i walk away from emcees offerin' me cheese | |
to author a 16 and drop it on their beat | |
and it' s not like money ain' t somethin' that i need | |
there' s a business side and i wanna succeed | |
plus i got a wife and a couple kids to feed | |
but if i sell my love then what' s left for me | |
sometimes i don' t write a lot | |
i know some folks call that writer' s block | |
i just call it my process | |
it comes out when it' s ready to i guess | |
i don' t wanna let nobody down so | |
here' s some new shit you tell me how it sounds | |
i ain' t tryin' to be difficult or no shit | |
it just hurts too bad to try and force it | |
had a week off | |
i flew out to seattle to go and build with jake | |
he can make a break that make the famous do a take | |
i' m hyped imaginin' the magic that we' ll create | |
i love my family but damn they distract me | |
when i' m at home someone' s always yellin' daddy | |
need to get away badly and focus | |
but it' s been a couple weeks since i really wrote shit | |
i' m strugglin' up late hummin' | |
pace around the hotel the words ain' t comin' | |
wrote a little somethin' throw it away it | |
have an artist freak out moment and start buggin' | |
maybe it' s the my fire' s just lost | |
i' m probably a fraud that got lucky before | |
if i let everybody down then what' s it all for | |
lookin' at seattle from the twenty third floor | |
cracked the window and swung open wide | |
nothin' between me and the world outside | |
what if i decide to lean forward and fly | |
they say that' s the way donny hathaway died | |
such a beautiful life ended in suicide | |
maybe tryin' to write was tearin' him up inside | |
maybe tryin' to write was tearin' him up inside | |
i swear that tryin' to write is tearin' me up inside | |
i bet that i' d regret it the second that i did it | |
wish that that instant i could continue livin' | |
i pushed the window closed said man you trippin' | |
sat down on the bed and wrote this one | |
sometimes i don' t write a lot | |
i know folks out there call that writer' s block | |
i just call it my process | |
it comes out when it' s ready to i guess | |
i don' t wanna let nobody down so | |
here' s some new shit you tell me how it sounds | |
i ain' t tryin' to be difficult or no shit | |
it just hurts too bad to try and force it |