Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Tabula Rasa, artist - Wasiu. Album song MTLiens 2, in the genre Рэп и хип-хопDate of issue: 26.10.2017
Age restrictions: 18+
Record label: MTLiens
Song language: English
Tabula Rasa |
| Sometimes I get that writer’s block- Fack… that incredible fire stops |
| Tires lock, ahhh, feel like my entire cock is solid rock |
| And I’m tryna piss, I’m kinda pissed I got 96… Missed calls |
| My manager say where ‘em tracks you been at ‘em for a minute |
| Ima have em when I’m finished |
| Quit harassing, Ima get it |
| I’m busy nigga, gotta work, 'cause this rap don’t pay tuition |
| I’m trippin, 'cause we all know this nigga Lysick lazy bastard with the spittin |
| I’m splitting gon catch the bus maybe something to fill my brain with |
| Possibly them crack heads or bitches with the face lifts |
| Maybe I’ll blow up with the help of Mrs. fake tits |
| Pull a silly con in search of inspiration |
| Patience, virtuous |
| But waiting, superfluous |
| To making, the perfect steps to greatness, I’m sure what’s left to make it… is |
| still |
| There… Can’t front like it ain’t… Fading |
| Definitely won’t help, with all these fucking blank pages… |
| Alright? |
| My mind is the blankest slate, oh no can’t paint the page |
| I guess it’s safe to say writer’s block is my name today |
| Ta-Ta-Tabula Rasa |
| Ta-Ta-Tabula Rasa |
| Ta-Ta-Tabula Rasa |
| Guess it’s safe to say writer’s block is my name today |
| Ta-Ta-Tabula Rasa |
| I’m shadow boxing with my inner me |
| I may weather the storm, but drained my energy |
| It’s like I slit my throat with broken mirrors mentally |
| I’m the only one I see who is my enemy |
| Let it be known |
| I think too much, but do too little |
| I drink too much, but spit few singles |
| I’m riddled with… doubt and anxiety |
| Depression and anti-sobriety |
| My mind it be, screaming while my mouth move silently |
| My mind is the blankest slate, oh no can’t paint the page |
| Guess it’s safe to say writer’s block is my name today |
| Ta- Ta- Tabula Rasa |
| Ta- Ta- Tabula Rasa |
| Ta- Ta- Tabula Rasa |
| Guess it’s safe to say writer’s block is my name today |
| Ta- Ta- Tabula Rasa |
| I- I- Can’t fill the paper |
| Rappers are supposed to say words |
| The verbal painter who’s all outta paint |
| It’s ironic the problem’s I’m drawing a blank |
| Blank stares at the blank sheet |
| It ain’t fair yo this can’t be |
| Man I swear that this ain’t me |
| And suddenly the torch is lit- I feel a flare where the flame be |
| Nigga straight fire spitting… from a place where the lions grimace |
| You bout to witness the rise to riches |
| Keep my eyes on the prize, see the light in vision |
| Left the doubters in the dark making right decisions |
| I mean sometimes there just be too much inside to spit it |
| And you tired you won’t put up a fight you finish |
| I’m reminded of my people and my pride replenish |
| Realize I just owe it to they lives to kill it |
| My mind is the blankest slate, oh no, can’t paint the page |
| I guess it’s safe to say writer’s block is my name today |
| Ta- Ta- Tabula Rasa |
| Ta- Ta- Tabula Rasa |
| Ta- Ta- Tabula Rasa |
| Guess it’s safe to say writer’s block is my name today |
| Ta- Ta- Tabula Rasa? |