Lyrics:
a letter Carly's a stamp
Fountain pen boogie and writers cramp
Listen Carly Monique
Don't want to play hide and seek
Well you've got the cheek to face me
Must be time for a second chance
I can't escape this basement flat
Writers cramp and claustrophobia
Must be time for a better place
My sink
tradition
I burn the midnight lamp
And sit here, poised with pen in hand
An imperious knight
With a serious Writer’s Cramp
With miles to go before I reach
I've got no writer's cramp in the morning
No mental block at high noon
Your poetry is so in motion
I know that you're coming home soon
When I'm
How can I inspire others with saliva glands?
Not for lack of trying I gotta writer's cramp
No sense in this mess, I need a diagram
Try to stay calm when
to keep in touch
If writer's cramp don't kill me
Too many exgirlfrens
To bring together in one room
You'd probably get sick from
The mixture of all that
you wait
So I'm hunkering down here now just trying to stay in place
There's plenty of oil left to relight the lamp
There's no signs of writer's cramp
writer's cramp"
Another dream about shapeshifting
Well, we move with such elegance, with such grace
With all our dignity just in place
Deer die with
Equal balance in and out, all inhibitions shall deplete
(X2)
I'm trying to break this writer's cramp, massage my hand and daydream
Out the window
away
No mental cramp or writer's block today
Watching the kids take turns
Staring out the window
Taking in the visual spectacle
The world at 38,000 feet
way, bodyguard by my biscuit
Make money, lose money never afraid to risk it
I don't get writers block, I block other writers
Spittin' fire like if I
only behind the curtains
Hide the perfect guy I'm nervous
Shy in person, I've been working
1am and it's kinda early
Stay up late just for writer's
can't cramp the camp, we leave 'em damp
Got them scared stiff like mannequins
Keep 'em panicin', then we vanishin' into the world at large
The Chain
or shatter a day when televisions run over baboon heart transplants
Sketching a glass partially empty till their hand cramps
With an iceman chance in Dante's
the consciousness break it down for the gameless
Can't domesticate my sound found out they couldn't tame us
Ain't no writers block I'm blockin out song after song I'm
nobody come to his place
It's the dope lack of the junky, the palm oil of the monkey,
white page syndrome of the writer, it s the drought of the farmer
mustard Money in mind I ain’t got the time I even hit bae in advance She got my back like I stay wit a cramp Washington Carver I stay wit a plant Hustle wit
like a rerun
Breaking my pockets, for my guy
I would go broke , done
Dum, dumm, and dummer
I said it's no fun
Tramp stamp, got a cramp
You know you can't
Boy-Scouts, Get out my Camp.
Choppa have him shaking, like he caught a Cramp.
Pull up, do em' greazy like grease on a pan.
Have her Buttered up, like
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