Writer's Block Party

It never gets easy

And that’s the fun

In a matter of a day it comes around like the sun

It’s a backlash

And a backlash backlash

I reserve judgment to pick through the trash

Of artists that didn’t get their props

Digging through the bins at the record shops

Might as well find your own favorites

Cuz in the music biz no one really knows shit

Go on

Those that can’t do it surely fucking will

And those that throw might try to teach that skill

Those that can’t teach know will never rise

Above the sweetness that they criticize

If someone enjoys your art that’s a reason to live

And if you gotta gift then you know that you gotta give

If someone digs your art that’s a reason to live

And if you gotta gift then you know that you gotta give

Believe that

Are you with that

The content of getting on down

To the music

Twist the effects is the ever present Swami

And like the ellipse of Yoni

Mixing scotch with saki

That’s all I want

Looking for something to stop me

Getting on down

The trigger blows

It’s a writer’s block party

That’s all I want

Looking for something to stop me

Getting on down

The trigger blows

It’s a writer’s block party

No props for those that don’t give props

When respect due I give it up non-stop

Big up around the world to all the positives

So many sad people don’t even want to live

Best believe they wanna take you down with them

Ruining it for you, if you’re ever given

Professional cynics let me hear your band

Let’s hear you make a rhyme, where are your fans

You didn’t put us here and you don’t have a sound

Rocking coast to coast before there ever was a town

Like playing my guitar and that’s really all that matters

Say what you will but the vibe is getting phatter

That’s all I want

Looking for something to stop me

Getting on down

The trigger blows

It’s a writer’s block party

That’s all I want

Looking for something to stop me

Getting on down

The trigger blows

It’s a writer’s block party