Writer's Block
DylanOnMars
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I was outside chillin on the writer's block Feeling stuck in the sand like a god damn rock In the playground box, where the fools kick rocks and All the bad lil bitches let out all their locks I get up in the rain n I slide in the wind Stick my feet in the mud, what a time that we're in Ima lose all my grains, 'fore I lose all my sins I refuse to feel pain, when I cruise for the win Ima show my hands, like they stickin' me up If I fall to the ground, no one's pickin' me up Cept for one little kid with a rock in his fist And a jar with no lid, how'd I end up like this Damn, I go from prison to prison Feelin' trapped in a loop, but I wonder who isn't Do we all feel stuck, tryna make a decision Man I doubt it, I just lack the precision But, I guess, that's how it goes When the creek gets stuck and doesn't flow Then the rocks get cracked and the pebbles roll Past the bridge, with the kids that the devil trolls Kids toss stones, go skip skip skip No spin, so the stones dip dip dip To the bottom of the sea, they flip flip flip Under pressure thats gon' put em on a trip trip trip Cycles, metamorphic, sedimentary change to igneous Lava cools me off, it's like the fire changed me into this Melting past the point where you can't recognize appearances Crystals growin' off me, for your gifts on all your Christmases Throw me at the window, so I shatter all the glasses Love to swing the rock, so I be throwin' all my passes Love the sound of music that be comin' from the brasses Hate the dumb excuses that be coming from your asses Sorry had to take a second breathe And I hope you all bop your heads to the beat 1-2-3-4 tappin' your feet Now please, listen to the word on the street D-O-M thats DylanOnMars, Nerdy ass kid, with a flirty ass broad No one knew that Dylan got bars Dirty ass flow, what a quirky ass god Question if I does it, dawg you know I really do shit Ima spin the block n I already got a few hits, I was tryna pop n got a couple shots from cupid No you didn't listen, I should send yo ass a Q-tip Play my shit back, it go harder than the first time They can keep on searching, they could never find my worst line What the f*ck is fear, dawg we hoppin' over turnstiles Curvin' on the beat, dawg you know I really turn styles Rhymes that hit so close to home And I can't just keep them in my phone Someone gotta put it to the microphone Cause we all gonna make it, not just Mike alone Rhymes that hit so close to home And I can't just keep them in my phone Someone gotta put it to the microphone Cause we all gonna make it, not just Mike alone
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