[Verse 1:]
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I ain't trying to be one of them dudes
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That make hundreds of new songs and none of them are good
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Some of them are cool but ain't saying nothing new
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Running through a verse just for something to do
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I wanna be the cat that put the [?] in the back
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Or the camel and send them to the Cairo back
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I wanna write a line that's in your head all day
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Songs that make you say you never felt that way
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Look I'm trying to give myself goosebumps okay?
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Find the truth inside me and put it on display
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Any dedicated folks, listen to me close
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I open my inner soul and slip it in my quotes
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Some flood the blogs, some flood the streets
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I don't flood nothing I'm water in the seas
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I walk away from MCs offering me cheese
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To author a 16 and drop it on the beat
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And it's not like money ain't something that I need
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There's a business side and I wanna succeed
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Plus I gotta wife and a couple kids to feed
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But if I sell my love then what's left for me?
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[Hook:]
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Sometimes I don't write a lot
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I know some folks call that writers block
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I just call it my process
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It comes out when it's ready to I guess
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I don't wanna let nobody down so
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Here's some new shit you tell me how it sounds
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I ain't trying to be difficult or no shit
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It just hurts too bad to try to force it
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[Verse 2:]
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Had a week off and a short tour break
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I flew out to Seattle to go and [?] with Jake
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He give me the breaks that the famous dude would take
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I'm hyped, imagining the magic we'll create
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I love my family, but damn, they distract me
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When I'm at home someones always yelling "daddy!"
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Need to get away badly and focus
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But it's been a couple weeks since I really wrote shit
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I'm strugglin'
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Up late hummin'
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Pace around the hotel the words ain't comin'
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Wrote a little something threw it away "fuck it!"
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Have an artist freak out moment start buggin'
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Maybe it's the [?]
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My fire's just lost
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I'm probably a fraud that got lucky before
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If I let everybody down what's it all for?
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Looking at Seattle from the 23rd floor
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Crack the window it swung open wide
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Nothing between me and the world outside
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What if I decide to lean forward and fly
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They say that's the way [?]
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Such a beautiful night ended in suicide
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Maybe trying to write was tearing him up inside
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Maybe trying to write was tearing him up inside
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I swear that trying to write was tearing me up inside
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I bet that I'd regret it, the second that I did it
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Wishing that instant that I could continue living
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I pushed the window closed said "man you trippin"
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Sat down on the bed and wrote this one
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[Hook:]
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Sometimes I don't write a lot
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I know some folks out there call that writers block
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I just call it my process
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It comes out when it's ready to I guess
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I don't wanna let nobody down so
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Here's some new shit you tell me how it sounds
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I ain't trying to be difficult or no shit
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It just hurts too bad to try to force it
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Writer's Block
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Brother Ali |