Writers Block Lyrics

When I think about you it cause a writer's block

Tad tipsy but that night has got

To be one of the best hope you might've thought

Unaware about your heart but mine kinda dropped

And you might be to blame

I know your type every night be the same

You busy with a chump brings you right into pain

Scared of having love it's alright with ya ways

You do you

You know better

A go-getter

So I got to go get her

And oh my God this girl stellar

Scribble notes how do I tell her

Uh

I'm not tryna be ya fella?

Thinking bout you and there's a writers block

Searching through my brain for a line to jot

I wonder bout our flame if our light has stopped

I might need a bit of gange lemme grind some pot

Now

What can I call this

In my head

The memories flawless

Chemistry face and a cake damn all this

Had a beach should've walked just honest

Thought it's over

But soon we out in Rome

Not inside a day but you get it we gon' roam

While I'm at home

Setting up a tone

You on your phone

Seein' every word in stone

Like it was meant to be

And you're the only chick I wanna vent-for-free

I'm a little bit convinced you are an entity

I look forward to knowing more of your identity

My bad

I hit you on snap

Said I wrote a song but you'll never get that

Well this ain't the only one that's inside my notepad

But when we talked I knew the code cracked

You do you

Imma pass and blaze with my crew

I'll come back for days she ain't you

Start to act a way with bae room

But boutta stack my way to Cancun

Uh

While I'm sitting in my room?

Thinking bout you and there's a writers block

Throw out every line see my rhyme is not

Good enough for you but the time we got

Is so short lived I've never tried to stop

Still takin' shots from afar

Say we in a club getting hot the bar

I'm tryna make love where it's not in a car

Spaceship to the moon cause you got with a star

You do you

I'll choose to lose

Than view you through

Your new dudes moves

Thinking bout you and there's a writers block

Searching through my brain for a line to jot

I wonder bout our flame if our light has stopped

I might need a bit of gange lemme grind some pot

Now

What can I call this

In my head

The memories flawless

Chemistry face and a cake damn all this

Had a beach should've walked just honest