Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Writer's Block, artist - Missing TextureDate of issue: 24.07.2019
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
Writer's Block |
| Yo bring it back bitch, I’mma try to run it up |
| Motherfucker think it’s funny when I’m slurring on my cup |
| Tou-Touched your girlfriend‚ now she wanna fall in love |
| Wrote this shit on writer’s block I don’t give a flying fuck |
| Motherfucker wanna go dumb‚ wanna gold thumb |
| Wanna test me‚ it’s your death G, here’s admit one |
| Now I got the pods yeah got the watch now shit |
| Now I got the book up with the phone too |
| Hoping Imma come through |
| Aye homie whatcha gon' do |
| College student but for loans I’m the one they coming to |
| Skrrt skrrt like a fucking narcissist |
| I’m the one who they should have started with |
| Y’all seem to think it’s funny how I’m working with my money |
| How I slip a couple dollars into alcohol and Tum-E Yummies |
| Ain’t nothin' running from me |
| Ain’t nothin' up above me |
| Think it’s kinda weird that you have to keep on talking 'bout me |
| Wonder 'bout my past life |
| Wonder what your past like |
| Beat your ass before you realize it was for a Klondike |
| Fucked her and your mom, dyke |
| Look I got a bomb‚ sike |
| I work hard all day to get a little kick of nic, aye |
| Bought a ray gun, so I can aim and zap 'em all quick |
| Got a bunch of bitches who be steady wanting my dick |
| Thinking maybe I’m the one who’s repping the clique |
| Or possibly because I’m with the baddest bitch (that's a green light!) |
| Walk into the function like «the fuck is up for sale?» |
| Bouncing on my racks boy‚ I ain’t gotta kiss and tell |
| Run your fucking mouth, find ya buried down beside hell |
| Knocking on the back room find me fucking on Adele, yuh |
| Yeah I wrote this shit on writer’s block |
| Wrote this shit without a thought |
| Wrote this shit for people out there making out on jumbotrons |
| I, forgot what I was on |
| I’ll, kick back til I’m a star |
| Right, forgot what drug I’m on |
| Help, a brother out and read the label homie I’mma fall into a coma where I |
| only see my momma and my girl playing with my curls |
| I’mma fuck around and try to stabilize the economy |
| I’mma fuck around and rehabilitate Romney (oh shit-) |
| Everybody in the state, poppin' off to what I’m cookin' |
| Beckley to Marquee, all the venues that I’m bookin' |
| You can find me, with a Switch and a Bokoblin |
| When I turn around I catch a wannabe lookin' |
| Going harder than Dahmer 15 minutes before the kill |
| I’m the one they wanna see at clubs, I’m with blue bills |
| I just finished raising dough, put the pie on window sill |
| I’m the one that’s keeping shit together call me Yggdrasil, yuh |