Writers Block by Triillbert Lyrics
[Verse 1:]
Four years, I'm still going strong
Pouring out all my emotions into every song
Always in the studio, cuz that’s where I belong
And I'm learning new things as I go along
Prolly wouldn't know what’s going on up in my brain
Writing about the truth, and that's never gonna change
Making music for the ones who say they feel the same
Making music for the ones that say they can relate
Pouring my emotions into all of these verses
But lately I feel like my mind just short circuits
Probably my anxiety, making me feel nervous
I can't even fucking think and I'm really just feeling wordless
I'm struggling with the pen, fuck this writer's block
Tryna write this shit, stuck in silent thought
I can't never quit, that's what I was taught
Fucking strike me down, like a lightning rod
[Verse 2:]
I gotta surge, here I go again, another verse
Writing shit down and connecting all the words
Thinking of the things that nobody’s ever heard
Do it all again and then put it in reverse
Tryna make this shit good, and I’m fucking under pressure
I ain't tryna fit the wave of always writing about depression
I just wanna write the truth and I just wanna be expressive
But they compare me to these niggas who aren’t even that impressive
Money, bitches, drugs, thats the common theme
They use simple rhymes, and they all are weak
They a flock of sheep, that can't follow me
They ain't got no skill, got no quality
Ain't no one like me and I know it
I flow like a rapper, but speak like a poet
Like Eminem said in 8 Mile, he spoke this
Got one opportunity, and I can’t blow it
Four years, I'm still going strong
Pouring out all my emotions into every song
Always in the studio, cuz that’s where I belong
And I'm learning new things as I go along
Prolly wouldn't know what’s going on up in my brain
Writing about the truth, and that's never gonna change
Making music for the ones who say they feel the same
Making music for the ones that say they can relate
Pouring my emotions into all of these verses
But lately I feel like my mind just short circuits
Probably my anxiety, making me feel nervous
I can't even fucking think and I'm really just feeling wordless
I'm struggling with the pen, fuck this writer's block
Tryna write this shit, stuck in silent thought
I can't never quit, that's what I was taught
Fucking strike me down, like a lightning rod
[Verse 2:]
I gotta surge, here I go again, another verse
Writing shit down and connecting all the words
Thinking of the things that nobody’s ever heard
Do it all again and then put it in reverse
Tryna make this shit good, and I’m fucking under pressure
I ain't tryna fit the wave of always writing about depression
I just wanna write the truth and I just wanna be expressive
But they compare me to these niggas who aren’t even that impressive
Money, bitches, drugs, thats the common theme
They use simple rhymes, and they all are weak
They a flock of sheep, that can't follow me
They ain't got no skill, got no quality
Ain't no one like me and I know it
I flow like a rapper, but speak like a poet
Like Eminem said in 8 Mile, he spoke this
Got one opportunity, and I can’t blow it