King Kong
Is this writer's block?
I hope they don't stop
I'm talking about these flows
That's coming off the top
I feel like I'm like losing it
I need to get my ass back in the workshop
I need to stop treating this shit like a fuckin' job
I wonder if I'm giving it my motherfuckin all?
I feel like I'm losing strength
Like there's kryptonite in my veins
I'm staring at a blank page
My talents locked in a cage
And even though I'm hella dazed
I know music's my call
I guess I just get hurt
When the words
Don't come together
Like a water fall
And when I look for who to blame
The fingers point at me
Cause I'm the one at fault
I want to tap into
Everything locked up in my vault
Cause truth be told
Music's the only place where I can feel like I belong
I see the gold
As I try to climb social ladders
Blinded by the glitz and glamour
Like I'm King Kong
Ay
Like I'm King Kong
Ay
Is this writer's block?
I hope they don't stop
I'm talking about these flows
That's coming off the top
I feel like I'm like losing it
I need to get my ass back in the workshop
I need to stop treating this shit like a fuckin' job
Like a fucking job
There used to be a time not too long ago
When I could think of bars on the spot
And I'm not saying that it's all gone
But nowadays I don't know where to start
I mean if I
Really wanted I could spit some random bullshit
Call it a day keep it pushing
Preach about love
Like I'm fucking cupid
But I'd rather
Talk about what
Why and how I'm going through it
Cause I really wanna
Stay true to the art
True to the art
Ay
True to the art
True to the art
Ay
True to the art
True to the art
Ay
True to the art
True to the art
True to the art
I can't miss my mark
I've made promises above my paygrade
That I can't restart
Every hero loses
It's part of arc
Part of the arc
Is this writer's block?
I hope they don't stop
I'm talking about these flows
That's coming off the top
I feel like I'm like losing it
I need to get my ass back in the workshop
I need to stop treating this shit like a fuckin' job
Ay
I know the reason why my mind feels clouded
It's not confounding
But I'm dumbfounded
I wish I could shout it
Or write about it
Fill up a 100 pages
Or even a thousand
My creativity
Ain't flowing like a fountain
My time's
Eaten up by being around her
My mind's
Taken up by our encounters
Is this writer's block?
I hope they don't stop
I'm talking about these flows
That's coming off the top
I feel like I'm like losing it
I need to get my ass back in the workshop
I need to stop treating this shit like a fuckin' job
I hope they don't stop
I'm talking about these flows
That's coming off the top
I feel like I'm like losing it
I need to get my ass back in the workshop
I need to stop treating this shit like a fuckin' job
I wonder if I'm giving it my motherfuckin all?
I feel like I'm losing strength
Like there's kryptonite in my veins
I'm staring at a blank page
My talents locked in a cage
And even though I'm hella dazed
I know music's my call
I guess I just get hurt
When the words
Don't come together
Like a water fall
And when I look for who to blame
The fingers point at me
Cause I'm the one at fault
I want to tap into
Everything locked up in my vault
Cause truth be told
Music's the only place where I can feel like I belong
I see the gold
As I try to climb social ladders
Blinded by the glitz and glamour
Like I'm King Kong
Ay
Like I'm King Kong
Ay
Is this writer's block?
I hope they don't stop
I'm talking about these flows
That's coming off the top
I feel like I'm like losing it
I need to get my ass back in the workshop
I need to stop treating this shit like a fuckin' job
Like a fucking job
There used to be a time not too long ago
When I could think of bars on the spot
And I'm not saying that it's all gone
But nowadays I don't know where to start
I mean if I
Really wanted I could spit some random bullshit
Call it a day keep it pushing
Preach about love
Like I'm fucking cupid
But I'd rather
Talk about what
Why and how I'm going through it
Cause I really wanna
Stay true to the art
True to the art
Ay
True to the art
True to the art
Ay
True to the art
True to the art
Ay
True to the art
True to the art
True to the art
I can't miss my mark
I've made promises above my paygrade
That I can't restart
Every hero loses
It's part of arc
Part of the arc
Is this writer's block?
I hope they don't stop
I'm talking about these flows
That's coming off the top
I feel like I'm like losing it
I need to get my ass back in the workshop
I need to stop treating this shit like a fuckin' job
Ay
I know the reason why my mind feels clouded
It's not confounding
But I'm dumbfounded
I wish I could shout it
Or write about it
Fill up a 100 pages
Or even a thousand
My creativity
Ain't flowing like a fountain
My time's
Eaten up by being around her
My mind's
Taken up by our encounters
Is this writer's block?
I hope they don't stop
I'm talking about these flows
That's coming off the top
I feel like I'm like losing it
I need to get my ass back in the workshop
I need to stop treating this shit like a fuckin' job
Credits
Writer(s): Meet Patel
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