[Hook]
Yo, I wrote a pointless song, it's all gone wrong
I'm running out of lyrics, yo, I ain't got long
My brain's gone empty and I'm all dried up
I can't rhyme nothing, please wake me up
A pointless song, it's all gone wrong
Yo, I'm running out of lyrics and I ain't got long
I can't do shit and I feel quite rank
My mind's gone blank, was it something I drank?
[Verse 1]
As my eyelids flicker and my bottom lip dribbles
In the middle of this darkness, my book went scribbles
The riddles of this lyricist, think-tank, pessimist
Word specialist but now I don't give a shit
Tired of these egos bluffing, fed up with the girls I was stuffing
And nothing is the point of this verse that I'm huffing
I'm puffing on my cigar
Chatting shit now, but I once was on a par with the rest
And the best of the best, yo, it's not that I'm blessed
But today I got a harsh request
I was asked by a man possessed by the drum
And the hum of the bassline makes me for fun
"Example, I've booked us some studio time
You've got just a few hours to come up with a rhyme"
A whole fucking song with no inspiration
Complication is an understatement, mate
Yo, I wrote a pointless song, it's all gone wrong
I'm running out of lyrics, yo, I ain't got long
My brain's gone empty and I'm all dried up
I can't rhyme nothing, please wake me up
A pointless song, it's all gone wrong
Yo, I'm running out of lyrics and I ain't got long
I can't do shit and I feel quite rank
My mind's gone blank, was it something I drank?
[Verse 1]
As my eyelids flicker and my bottom lip dribbles
In the middle of this darkness, my book went scribbles
The riddles of this lyricist, think-tank, pessimist
Word specialist but now I don't give a shit
Tired of these egos bluffing, fed up with the girls I was stuffing
And nothing is the point of this verse that I'm huffing
I'm puffing on my cigar
Chatting shit now, but I once was on a par with the rest
And the best of the best, yo, it's not that I'm blessed
But today I got a harsh request
I was asked by a man possessed by the drum
And the hum of the bassline makes me for fun
"Example, I've booked us some studio time
You've got just a few hours to come up with a rhyme"
A whole fucking song with no inspiration
Complication is an understatement, mate
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