Writer's Block

Aight Aight Tos Tos

I said it ain't the writers block that blocks the writer man it's just the fear

I used to cry about the levels those were just the tiers

Thought I lost the sauce and if I waited then it must appear

Ketchup to the greats, then I'll be balling I'm in mustard gear

Never worn a Bally nah, in Mayo there's a farm or two

I'm HP hard to pull, Heart is full of particles

I'll never fade or taper still I'm standing in the barber queue

Issues with the King? Wеll then the smartest movе is start a coup

Mark of truth notice how the realest stuff is hard to move

Hopeless man the real is rough and tough it's always hard to do

Supply with no demand you see the curves and graphs will start to move

Stall until they shop me, man this stock could make the market boom

In the darkest room because the light has been broken

Before you start the coup just know I'm the king, Tosan

Life works out when A's involved, never had a plan B

If I ever paint the walls, I'll let her call me Banksy. Tos

See I'm sorry for the way that I left you the day

That I left you is the day that my happiness died

I'm lost with no sense of direction

Regret that I left and I'm best when I'm right by your side

Hate the fact I can't undo, take me back I still love you

But it's haunting me every day, that I didn't know what to say

Ain't the ice and chains that make the rapper must be nice to spend

The lightning strikes again I'd struggle not to like the pen

I'm struggling to write again, changed a bit like glycogen

They're dead and gone like uncle Ben, It's clear I'm on the rice again

I'm opening my gift, and I'm unraveling the blessing

Battling depression, still I'm traveling to sessions

Guess Insomnia's the Costa Coffee if you get me

Space Ps, Frank and honest, Starbucks, I ain't messing

I ain't stressing got them watching like a tv show

I was told that Life's a game it's not a gg though

Mums a C E O, had to see me grow

She's an expert at investing she gone see me blow

G the hook is to the music, but it's what I thought you'd say to me

Lack of bravery, and this a place in which I hate to be

The writers block can't block the writer once he's got the pen

So imma write until I drop and imma never stop again Tos

See I'm sorry for the way that I left you the day

That I left you the days that my happiness died

I'm lost with no sense of direction

Regret that I left and I'm best when I'm right by your side

Hate the fact I can't undo, take me back I still love you

But it's haunting me every day, that I didn't know what to say