This is a song about "Trying to write rhymes running out of time"

Run out of words write rhymes that don't make sense

Yeah months in every night she's in tears

You passed out, bitch you ain't even listening

Dying of thirst, been out 100 bars and running

Seating in front of ma pc trying to write a rap

But the fifteen credits had a nigga off track

She call a nigga too much cause she don't get enough

Ugh, trying to write lyrics is all hard and stuff

I ain't hating on you, rock them shines

I'm going to use my pen to write rhymes

If we do the unthinkable would it make us look crazy

(slow) one time, one night, one day. been trying to get out. i'm gonna be

Way out hand running to burger king

I know the moves i'm making

How high? nigga, higher than the kites they fly

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