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letra de how to kill writer's block - frat

[intro: phone call]

hey, this is georgia
i got your answering machine again
i guess you’re still writing
i’m just worried about you. give me a call back

[verse 1:frat]

came home kicked off my boots and socks
reached under under my mattress for my glock and c-cked it
you’ve got an hour to write the flyest rap sh-t
otherwise its bye bye frat b-tch
writers block got me with no other options
doors locked, holding myself hostage
tell my friends quit the knocking, i won’t say that sh-t again
either quit the knocking or i’ma get to popping
stomach feeling weak, holding on my pen
hand trembling when i hit repeat up on the beat
try to focus try to feel it. life flashed before my eyes
i inhale i can smell the teen spirit
thinking of all of the times i’d leave behind like
sitting in the back of my dads ride in the 90’s
back when they told me not to listen to rap
mmm i never really listened to that
influence got confusing. is it love or is it pimping?
is it frat or is it christian? use to listen
to songs about the cross, who you love or who you’re missing
now its cross me, i’ll leave you love missing
argue with myself like put it down that makes me nervous
told me shut the h-ll up and focus on writing verses
looked me in the eyes, said, “if you staring then you’re finished”
better focus on these verses. you only got thirty minutes n-gga

[verse 2]

try to stay focused, i can write it i can do it
crossing through my words. i’m too nervous this is useless
pen to the page and the pistol to my temple
trying not to try hard. they like it when its simple
cause he only wants a verse for the cheddar
under different circ-mstances know that i’d do it better
but f-ck it. its whatever
i know how the movies ends. i’ll give him what he wants
and he’ll still try and do me in
so either way i’m screwed; m-st-rbation at its best
if i catch him slipping, i’ll strangle him with his necklace
punch him in his face and wrestle that b-st-rd for my gat
swinging the pen trying to stab myself in the back
told him i am you and you are i but i guess that i’m stronger
should have never tried to cross me n-gga. now you’re a goner
he looked like my reflection as i aimed it at his face
pulled with my index as we yelled out wait!

- frat

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