Lyrics:
crushes me with boredom
If I read into everything you say to me
I will never get the meaning of your words like when you wrote them
When we were writers
suspended in a defenseless test
Being tested by a ruthless examiner
That's represented best by my depressing thoughts
I do not have writer's block, my
see
The road you leave behind
Ahead lies mystery
But all is fair in love
I had to go away
A writer takes his pen
To write the words again
see
The road you leave behind
Ahead lies mystery
But all is fair in love
I had to go away
A writer takes his pen
To write the words again
vers les hauts terre
Vers les hauts terre
the raven flies down to the writer's desk
Landing on his shoulder, pecking at his neck
Veins popping out,
the shit they can't stay woke off of
This that shit that ? can't smoke off of
(what you is?) I'm just a rap writer, before I get my nerve back
Lemmie go
You, the writer, knew
You, the writer cared
Sold, are things once told
Old, are things once bold
The diamonds and the gold
They are for
see
The road you leave behind
Ahead lies mystery
But all is fair in love
I had to go away
A writer takes his pen
To write the words again
see
The road you leave behind
Ahead lies mystery
But all is fair in love
I had to go away
A writer takes his pen
To write the words again
Take the sight from every single writer
Some of the light seems strange
But the ceiling feels the same
Take the sight from every single writer
me,
Who loves you? like me crashing to the ground,
Are you so lonely? you don't even know me,
But you'd like to stone me,
Mr. Writer, why don't
see
The road you leave behind
Ahead lies mystery
But all is fair in love
I had to go away
A writer takes his pen
To write the words again
see
The road you leave behind
Ahead lies mystery
But all is fair in love
I had to go away
A writer takes his pen
To write the words again
have writer's block, my writer just hates the clock
It will not let me sleep, I guess I'll sleep when I'm dead
And sometimes death seems better than
James Taylor
He's probably the closest
Thing to a writer's perfect
Exemplification of the
Unconscious all the songs are
Like movies all you
Need to do is
like "What, What" (I'm like) "What Kid What"
I'm like "What, What, What, What"
[Outro]
Writers Never Die
Writers Never Die
Writers Never Die
Writers
my Crew is 2 Live
I ascend like Christ and watch you die
Breakers (HERE!) MC's (HERE!)
Writers (HERE!) Beat-boxers (HERE!)
DJ's (HERE!) Hip-Hop
It's not where you come from
It's more where you're going
And knowing the going might get strange
The world's greatest writers
Are all drunks
Stash and Min
Destroyin all lines of thought, the Vamp Squad were bugged
I was a young kid, watchin these writers styles that bugged
Fab 5 Freddy, ?
miss
You know what I'm sayin' when I say this
Oh baby, this feels a lot like love
This feels like a gift sent from above
That writers write about,
see
The road you leave behind
Ahead lies mystery
But all is fair in love
I had to go away
A writer takes his pen
To write the words again
Every writers unite who's on fire
(Kool Keith) i'm Batman on steroids
Rappers come with double A batteries
I'm a grown man who play with toys
The Atmosphere is giving me hope
Like a lifelong friend
When the writer takes his pen
and takes you places you've never been
He solves the puzzle with words in
without you
I'm the writer of my story
Seems to me the more i sip the more i slump
I spit the truth i'm in the booth
Cranberry n' vodka got me feelin' loose
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