Lyrics Tabula Rasa - Wasiu

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?