Writer's Block Party - 311

It never gets easy, and that’s the fun

In a matter of days it comes around like the sun

It’s a backlash, and a backlash backlash

Hours of judgment, diggin through the trash

of artists, that didn’t get their props,

digging through the bins, at the record shop

Might as well find your own favorites,

Cause in the music biz no one really knows shit

Those who can’t do it surely fuckin will

And those who can’t try to teach that skill

Those who can’t teach and know they never rise,

Above the sweetness that they criticize

If someone enjoys your art, that’s a reason to live

And if you gotta give then you know that you gotta give

If someone digs your art, that’s a reason to live

And if you gotta give then you know that you gotta give

Believe that, are you with that, the contact

gettin on down, to the music,

Twistin effects, is the ever present swami

And like the eluse of Yawnee, mixed with scotch with satchi

That’s all I want, oh!

Lookin' for something to stop me!

Gettin' on down the trickle flow,

It’s a writer’s block party!

That’s sll I want, oh!

Lookin' for something to stop me!

Gettin' on down the trickle flow,

It’s a writer’s block party!

No props to those who don’t give props,

with respect due, I give it up nonstop

Big up around the world, to all the positive,

so many sad people, don’t even wanna live

Best believe they want to take you down with 'em

Ruin it for you, if you’re ever given

Professional cynics, let me hear your band

until you make a rhyme, where are your fans?

You didn’t put us here and you don’t have a sound

Rock coast to coast, before there ever was a down

Like flaming guitar, and that’s really all that matters

Say what you will but the rhymes get fatter

That’s all I want, oh!

Lookin' for something to stop me!

Gettin' on down the trickle flow,

It’s a writer’s block party!

That’s all I want, oh!

Lookin' for something to stop me!

Gettin' on down the trickle flow,

It’s a writer’s block party!