Cole Cuso - Writer's Block Lyrics

'Bout to smoke up
'Bout to get f*cked up
I f*cked up
Now my brain got me stuck inside a world

'Bout to smoke up
'Bout to get f*cked up
I f*cked up
Now my brain got me stuck inside a world

Pause
Kill it, like a f*ckin' skillet
How I grill it
'Ima step up on the set
And you gon' feel it
Reel it in with a hook
The sins in my book got me feelin' how I'm feelin'
But I can't overlook
The rant that I went on made me start to pant, everybody's looking at me like they f*ckin' can't
And I don't give a damn 'bout a f*ckin' Cuso chant
If you making livings off your shitty raps then you a plant

'Bout to smoke up
'Bout to get f*cked up
I f*cked up
Now my brain got me stuck inside a world

'Bout to smoke up
'Bout to get f*cked up
I f*cked up
Now my brain got me stuck inside a world

The shit that got me down the same shit that keep me sane
I'm stuck inside my head with all this never ending pain
All that shit that you been talkin'
You can leave it with the beats
I'll just keep my peace
Buzzin'
Head noddin' to the beats
F*ck fame
Keep on runnin' I'm stunnin' up on the game, yeah
Not Orlando
But I'm caught up in the rain, yeah
Catch me beggin' I'm really about to curse, yeah
F*ck forgiveness
I'm already so insane, yeah

'Bout to smoke up
'Bout to get f*cked up
I f*cked up
Now my brain got me stuck inside a world

'Bout to smoke up
'Bout to get f*cked up
I f*cked up
Now my brain got me stuck inside a world

Roses on my arm just to match all of my scars
There goes my alarm
Now, they ain't messin' with the bars
Grew up and realized it wasn't worth all of the hype
I'm like X when I fight
And you need people as your guards
Stars how I shine
Bright stars, see your face on Mars
See your face in the white cars
Not SOUR
But cigars and light bars, uh
Priced parts
F*ck 'round
LMK when the fight starts

I'm 'bout to smoke up
'Bout to get f*cked up
I f*cked up
Now my brain got me stuck inside a world

'Bout to smoke up
'Bout to get f*cked up
I f*cked up
Now my brain got me stuck inside a world

At times life is hard
And I get sad
And I don't know how to deal with it
Like I feel depressed
Got to turn to a positive
I'm a mess
Need to work these nights
Turn off all the lights
And I fight for the right to get bright
That's a bar
And if it wasn't your just not listening hard enough
If it wasn't your mind just isn't bizarre enough
Need to give them the right
I've done had the right to say what I want
Just had to quit the blunts

'Bout to smoke up
'Bout to get f*cked up
I f*cked up
Now my brain got me stuck inside a world

'Bout to smoke up
'Bout to get f*cked up
I f*cked up
Now my brain got me stuck inside a world