I´m cruisin around now chillin gittin drunk
drink a shot of a scotch ´n not givin fuck
in the fellowship of four fellows
got nothin to say or tell of
so I shut up ´n just listen for a while
think of lyrics try to find up some metaphorical
thoughts but my writersblock doesn´t stop
fuckin up my desire for life, yet stoppin not
my hunger for more rhymewords so I can finish these lyrics
instead I got bitchies bitchin in me finish it!
And even tho they mean good, I gets on my nerves
sometime connected verbs with some words just aint enough
and that shit, definetly doesn´t get money in my purse
so I ask ya´ll could this git any worse?
Yeah sure it could, but right now I dont care
shit, I´m not desperat enough to let my life go there
so I´mma chill for now, fuck writers-block
I´m get so drunk I can´t walk past a block
without gittin lost, and finally pass out on the parkin lot
and enjoy it all, so fuck lyrics and fuck hip hop
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