Writer's Block Lyrics

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 fuck 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