LOF:
viewtopic.php?f=24&t=148038Dear Writers,
I know what you're doing. You're struggling.
You're just like me. Fuck, I'm doing it now.
Right? You'll see. You know you are...
[Verse 1]
Pen clutched, face down, writin' now.
Then what? Space out, fightin' round-
-one, and the struggle begins to churn out emotions,
it never ends, my friends don't get why I'm always mopin',
probably cause I'm always hopin I can write to the top,
but to everyone I'm a liabilty cause I get nice then I stop,
I roll the dice, don't think twice, speak my mind every drop,
But when I think I'm the cream of the crop, I get lazy and flop.
Plop, back to general music and shit, snoozin til 6,
being a regular guy drinkin booze, lubin' his dick,
Why? Because I'm as fuckin unrelatable as it gets,
ain't debateable to shit, escapable? I wish,
Hateful? That'd make me a bitch, I'll just say this..
[Outro]
Writers, you know, that sometimes we can have the best concepts ever.
But if they aren't relatable,
They aren't believeable.
And if they aren't believeable.
No one's gonna give a fuck about you,
or your shitty ass music.