Lyrics to Creator's Block
One, two, three, four
I’m waking up and out of bed (Bed head, bed head)
Took a shower, brushed my teeth, and fixed my messy head (Mmm-mmm)
But now it’s right back to the grind (Ooh-ooh)
I’ve found my pens and paper but it seems I’ve lost my mind (You lost that a while ago)
It’s almost as if I’ve got nothing left to say (Say)
And out of all the days, why did it have to be today (For real?)
I’ve got writer’s block, I just can’t write a song
I’ve got writer’s block, I think there’s something wrong (With you)
With the instruments, the words, that annoying bird, or even the melody (It’s the bird for me)
The inspiration, motivation, and rhyming scheme
I’ve got writer’s block
Since I cannot write a new song (Ooh-ooh)
I’ll take my pens and paper and just draw all day long (Ooh-ooh)
It’s 1:45 and I still have nothing (Nothing, nothing)
I’ve got nothing new, it’s almost two
And I haven’t done anything new (Ooh-ooh)
I’ve got artist’s block, I just can’t frickin’ sketch
I’ve got artist’s block, my realism does not look fetch (Artist's Block)
I’m no cartoonist, nor a minimalist, and abstract so not my thing
And the fact that when I’m done lining, I’ll start coloring (Eugh)
I’ve got artist’s block
(Ooh-ooh)
Oh it's still going
(Ooh-ooh)
Okay...
Maybe I should step back and go back to my roots (My roots)
Maybe pick up a hobby and learn something new (New)
Or maybe write something ‘bout how I can’t write a song (Wait.., yeah)
That’s not a bad idea, with my genius brain and all (Ooh-ooh)
I can start writing now, we’re gonna have a ball (Ooh-ooh)
And when it’s said and done, what should it be called?
It’s called writer’s block, is exactly what I have (Writer's block, what I have)
Or it’s artist’s block, although it’s not so bad (Artist's block, not that bad)
It can’t stop my flow, nor hinder my growth, yeah it’s got nothing on me (Ah-ah-ah, Ah-ah)
Now I’ve got inspirations, motivations, and rhyming schemes (Okay, but what the fuck’s it called?)
It’s called creator’s block
I’m waking up and out of bed (Bed head, bed head)
Took a shower, brushed my teeth, and fixed my messy head (Mmm-mmm)
But now it’s right back to the grind (Ooh-ooh)
I’ve found my pens and paper but it seems I’ve lost my mind (You lost that a while ago)
It’s almost as if I’ve got nothing left to say (Say)
And out of all the days, why did it have to be today (For real?)
I’ve got writer’s block, I just can’t write a song
I’ve got writer’s block, I think there’s something wrong (With you)
With the instruments, the words, that annoying bird, or even the melody (It’s the bird for me)
The inspiration, motivation, and rhyming scheme
I’ve got writer’s block
Since I cannot write a new song (Ooh-ooh)
I’ll take my pens and paper and just draw all day long (Ooh-ooh)
It’s 1:45 and I still have nothing (Nothing, nothing)
I’ve got nothing new, it’s almost two
And I haven’t done anything new (Ooh-ooh)
I’ve got artist’s block, I just can’t frickin’ sketch
I’ve got artist’s block, my realism does not look fetch (Artist's Block)
I’m no cartoonist, nor a minimalist, and abstract so not my thing
And the fact that when I’m done lining, I’ll start coloring (Eugh)
I’ve got artist’s block
(Ooh-ooh)
Oh it's still going
(Ooh-ooh)
Okay...
Maybe I should step back and go back to my roots (My roots)
Maybe pick up a hobby and learn something new (New)
Or maybe write something ‘bout how I can’t write a song (Wait.., yeah)
That’s not a bad idea, with my genius brain and all (Ooh-ooh)
I can start writing now, we’re gonna have a ball (Ooh-ooh)
And when it’s said and done, what should it be called?
It’s called writer’s block, is exactly what I have (Writer's block, what I have)
Or it’s artist’s block, although it’s not so bad (Artist's block, not that bad)
It can’t stop my flow, nor hinder my growth, yeah it’s got nothing on me (Ah-ah-ah, Ah-ah)
Now I’ve got inspirations, motivations, and rhyming schemes (Okay, but what the fuck’s it called?)
It’s called creator’s block
