This is a song about "I can t think of lyrics"

I wake up at the slightest peep, and my sheets are 3 feet deepi guess it's hard for you to see

So don't come at me, all i can think of is having a gun at me and killers behind me

None of them wouldn`t understand the message i deliver

So for this time being, i hope this open scribe might support her

They shoot you over that paper, its just survivalist human nature

Instead i sit alone writing lyrics on a crumpled piece of paper

It's fucking immaculate, the way your daughter smacking dicks

I relish in recreational thought writing labyrinths of lyrics

E to the t, r-o-i then add another t

I'm a g, and this is something you can't see

You need to call a paramedic for them generic lyrics or better yet, think of something idyllic.

Trying to be what i'm not not cause they don't see that i'm hot i'm over it and i'm close to split

And that's reallife that i was aimed to belove by my family tree

Good think i can spit or i'd be sinking to a life of poverty

Dressin' down like a villian', but only on the block

I spit dope lyrics, then people think i'm buck at the top,