Write It Out
Quit feelin' bad for yourself
That shit is bad for your health
If I gave up on the music
I wouldn't have nothin' else
So I guess I'ma just write it out
Pen to the pad and I'm vibin' out
Bullet on my tongue and I'm bitin' down
When the beat drop gotta find the bounce
Write it out
Way too many thoughts when I'm lyin' down
Tryna make a living offa word of mouth
Easier said than done, everything is though
I'm gettin' pissed though, cause I don't think that anyone's this dope
I miss those days when I didn't do shit bro
I wonder how I'm ever gonna fuckin' get rich yo
My lease runnin out, I need something that sits low
The money comin slow but its alright
I be at the show goin all night
They really wanna know if the flow tight
They put me on the spot, off the dome life
They say that I could blow up in no time
Girls steady tyin up my phone lines
My worst enemy is my own mind
I really think I'm sittin on a gold mine
I get in my zone, and write it out
When I feel alone, I write it out
Cold in the winter I'm flyin' south (flyin' south, flyin' south)
I get in my zone, and write it out
When I feel alone, I write it out
Stick to the road, and ride it out, write it out
Yea
I just need to get my thoughts out
I been feelin fuckin' lost wow
I don't know where I'ma end up
Got the money gotta spend up
I just want somethin' different
I want someone to listen
I been feelin' hella distant
Put your hands up if you with it
Put it on paper, put it on a pad
Write it in a notebook, and never look back
The flow is so abundant and my mind is always runnin'
So I'm always up to somethin', bouta make a couple tracks
That'll make a couple stacks, or at the very least
Will make a couple people laugh, maybe feel less sad
That's the only goal, with this music anyways, if it pays
And I can play at any place, I'ma take that
The money comin' slow but its alright
I be at the show goin all night
They really wanna know if the flow tight
They put me on the spot off the dome life
They say that I could blow up in no time
Girls steady tyin' up my phone lines
My worst enemy is my own mind
I really think I'm sittin' on a gold mine
I get in my zone, and write it out
When I feel alone, I write it out
Cold in the winter I'm flyin' south (flyin' south, flyin' south)
I get in my zone, and write it out
When I feel alone, I write it out
Stick to the road, and ride it out, write it out
Yea
That shit is bad for your health
If I gave up on the music
I wouldn't have nothin' else
So I guess I'ma just write it out
Pen to the pad and I'm vibin' out
Bullet on my tongue and I'm bitin' down
When the beat drop gotta find the bounce
Write it out
Way too many thoughts when I'm lyin' down
Tryna make a living offa word of mouth
Easier said than done, everything is though
I'm gettin' pissed though, cause I don't think that anyone's this dope
I miss those days when I didn't do shit bro
I wonder how I'm ever gonna fuckin' get rich yo
My lease runnin out, I need something that sits low
The money comin slow but its alright
I be at the show goin all night
They really wanna know if the flow tight
They put me on the spot, off the dome life
They say that I could blow up in no time
Girls steady tyin up my phone lines
My worst enemy is my own mind
I really think I'm sittin on a gold mine
I get in my zone, and write it out
When I feel alone, I write it out
Cold in the winter I'm flyin' south (flyin' south, flyin' south)
I get in my zone, and write it out
When I feel alone, I write it out
Stick to the road, and ride it out, write it out
Yea
I just need to get my thoughts out
I been feelin fuckin' lost wow
I don't know where I'ma end up
Got the money gotta spend up
I just want somethin' different
I want someone to listen
I been feelin' hella distant
Put your hands up if you with it
Put it on paper, put it on a pad
Write it in a notebook, and never look back
The flow is so abundant and my mind is always runnin'
So I'm always up to somethin', bouta make a couple tracks
That'll make a couple stacks, or at the very least
Will make a couple people laugh, maybe feel less sad
That's the only goal, with this music anyways, if it pays
And I can play at any place, I'ma take that
The money comin' slow but its alright
I be at the show goin all night
They really wanna know if the flow tight
They put me on the spot off the dome life
They say that I could blow up in no time
Girls steady tyin' up my phone lines
My worst enemy is my own mind
I really think I'm sittin' on a gold mine
I get in my zone, and write it out
When I feel alone, I write it out
Cold in the winter I'm flyin' south (flyin' south, flyin' south)
I get in my zone, and write it out
When I feel alone, I write it out
Stick to the road, and ride it out, write it out
Yea
Credits
Writer(s): Michael Galayda
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