Writer’s Blues Murs (Ft. Luckyiam.PSC)

[Verse 1: Underbosses]
Underboss, take a trip to where you can't see
And control the scenes with the puppet strings invisible
I seen dreams shattering the shars
Laid a trick that could part where the hearts are all edibals
I press hard, fall into the trap doors
Really wasn't asking for more than acceptance
In the presence of exception over collective human beings
Being talented is simply not enough, you gotta mean it
Since I want this, it feels like it chose me
I owe it to myself to keep pressing on (pressing on)
Stressing on the piddle why the riddle was constructed
Down the hustle like a '79
And you was dancin' up on good times (good times)
A pocket full of good rhymes
To help you through the hard moments of your life (your life)

[Hook]
It's just the way that I write (write)
After all whats most important if its something I like (I like)
It's just the way that we write (write)
After all whats most important if its something we like (we like)
It's just the way that we write (write)
After all whats most important if its something we like (we like)
It's just the way that we write (write)
After all whats most important if it's something you like (you like)
It's just the way that we write (write)
After all it's most important