I think my imaginations finally run out Its like the lightning in the bottles finally run out I cant find anything to rap about So Im rapping about My writers block I even walked around the block Looking for words that werent there Trying to make some words out of thin air But I couldnt even make the lyrics golden And so the paper gets folded And locked in a drawer So I dont have to look at it anymore So I try to clear my mind And hope that I can find Some way to connect a couple of bars From rapping about shooting stars And how Ive lied all my life and crap So Im here to tell you that Si usted sufre Bloqueo de escritor Deje que su mente se abre Si usted sufre Bloqueo de escritor Deje que su mente se abre Let your mind open up Watch everyone try to catch up To the gold you just struck gold you just struck Yeah, so now that youve finally struck gold You better hold Onto it And use every last ounce of it And you better hope That you dont squander it Till the next time you start conjurin You can only hold on For so long To something worth so much Until it becomes worthless Soon all those lyrics that had so much Potential vanish to nonexistence And you keep acting like theyre something When in fact theyre nothing But you still havent caught up to reality Cause youre still stuck in your fantasy Where youre imagining That youre a legend that cant be unseen And cant be beat Then you wake up feeling defeat Looking for words that arent there And your imaginations vanished into thin air Si usted sufre Bloqueo de escritor Deje que su mente se abre Si usted sufre Bloqueo de escritor Deje que su mente se abre Let your mind open up Watch everyone try to catch up To the gold you just struck gold you just struck
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