Guitar Lyrics

The night has finally come but I need to get some rest

The days been full of hours putting my muscles to the test

I set down all my things next to my comp laying on the desk

Today just felt ridiculous, it did not feel like the best

So I tune up my guitar

And start to write a song

Forget of all my problems and I start to right my wrongs

Damn that sounded good

I should write that down

It sounded pretty simple but we'll see if it'll stick around

Shit let's get faded

Where'd I leave my Dutch?

I'm about to roll myself a motherfucking blunt!

Guess what kind of za?

It's the Runtz

It's that kind of gas that has you sleeping at the pump

From the back to the middle to the front I filled my blunt

Seal it with my tongue and then I light that fucker up

That's the shit

Let's begin

As I start to think of vocab I've been learning since I was eight

I tend to reminisce of how my life could be more great

To live a life of fame and fortune is not what's on my mind

But I'll have to for my loved ones in order for us to stay alive

And it's going to take some time but when will the struggle start to end?

Will I always go to work starving trying to make amends?

I just want to send my money to my family across the globe

Knowing they have giant mansions that they're proud to call a home

And then it hit me

More tired I slowly start falling asleep

I guess I was overthinking to the point that I got stuck

This happens way too often

Happens way too much

Hopefully something's written or am I pushing my luck?

On my composition was one line that I writ up

So I decided to give up

I feel really dumb

Today was very tiring but tomorrow is a new one

The sun begins to set welcoming the evening musk

My foot steps on cement as I depart from the bus

The apartment complex opens up the gates of conquest

As I walk up marble steps with a music mindset

The door unveils the birthplace of my creativity

With aged memories of the hustle drinking dozens of Bang Energys

And I came a long way man there was so much for exploring

And we're just at the climax not the ending of my story

So I pick up my guitar

And start to strum along

Remembering from yesterday the song I've come upon

Might as well get started but what rhymes with iron hide

Maybe what could rhyme with it is hiding in hindsight

But eh

I don't know

It don't hit like dynamite

But it sounded good out my throat like iodine

Retuning up the fretboard

Let's try a different key

Maybe what this needs is a display of rhythmic strings

Or

Maybe slower

Yeah slower

Yeah slower

More tired I slowly start falling asleep

And of course my overthinking would start to get the best of me

Being indecisive is a maze I walk through endlessly

Wasting all my time working a job that makes life shorter

Got me living in a box with writer's block around the corner

This putrid writer's block has got it clogging up my thoughts

And there's no way to make it stop but to give in to the yawn

Wha-wha-wha-what?

What happened?

Damn I can't believe it

I started nappin'

Shit what time is it?

Damn it's the afternoon

I'm supposed to be at work

What do I do?

It's too late to call off man

I hope that they don't mind it

These managers will find anything to give someone a write up

I'm not even supposed to be this way

I want a life with meaning

Is life just you enforcing you to work 'til you're deceasing?

Cuz damn it

I have a dream I have a dream like I'm Martin

I got strategical technique that can beat any artist

But I'm no good at achievements even when I try my hardest

I can't even finish this stupid song that I've started

Wait

Wait a minute

Look at my composition!

The page is almost full

I wasn't paying attention

Really all it's missing is one hell of an ending

But it hit me

More tired I slowly start falling

NOT THIS TIME

Difficulties that would come in your direction are never going to stay with you all the time

Gotta stay strong for the people around me so they have a person to idolize

Mixing persistence with quicker precision to present to the haters that I'm on the grind

Wrecking the scene up with bombs and machine guns like I am transforming to Ironhide

So I picked up my guitar

And start to write this song

Forget of all my problems and I start to write these bars

The strings must be tuned to the key frequency

So it can keep you infused to the beat peaceably

Oh that sounded great

Fucking gorgeous

Sounds well-rounded

Like an orange

I hope that in my drive I have a little bit more storage

Where the hell's my microphone? I got to get recording

Where the hell's my microphone? I got to get recording

Where the hell's my microphone? I got to get recording