Girl, I've got writer's block
'Round the clock
Faking smiles until the party stops
Then I'll talk
Directly to my microphone
I'm saying too much through the phone (whooh)
I can't connect the dots
There's no plot
Faking smiles until the party stops
Then I'll talk
And say it to my microphone
I think my brain just might explode
I've been hustling suckers since the motherf*cking eighth grade
Handle in my hoodie, I'm strutting like I own the place
Cop another bottle for the party on a school day
Twenty minutes later, I think it's time to vacate
I remember in September, burning time and rubber
Back when we were skipping class and making family suppers
Now I've got these walls up, and I can't help but to wonder
What's the point of *degraded noises*
Nothing f*cking matters
Girl, I've got writer's block
'Round the clock
Faking smiles until the party stops
Then I'll talk
Directly to my microphone
I'm saying too much through the phone (whooh)
I can't connect the dots
There's no plot
Faking smiles until the party stops
Then I'll talk
And say it to my microphone
I think my brain just might explode
Wassup
I'm the villain that they tried to warn you about
The one who stopped following and took a different route
I make music for the fun of it and lyrics to express
The joy of living life cause it's a never-ending mess (okay)
You got obsessed with perfecting your art
Always fitting in your category, playing your part
Started faking over beats and never living your life
Now I'm taking over, kid you got your chance to drive
I'll never be the person that you think you see (I'll never be)
Inside the mirror, he keeps looking down on me (on me)
But I'm alright (I'm alright)
I'll be okay (I'll be okay)
'Cause my reflection is smiling anyway (let's go)
Girl, I've got writer's block
'Round the clock
Faking smiles until the party stops
Then I'll talk
Directly to my microphone
I'm saying too much through the phone (whooh)
I can't connect the dots
There's no plot
Faking smiles until the party stops
Then I'll talk
And say it to my microphone
I think my brain just might explode
A-Lin - Writers Block Lyrics
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Girl, I've got writer's block
'Round the clock
Faking smiles until the party stops
Then I'll talk
Directly to my microphone
I'm saying too much through the phone (whooh)
I can't connect the dots
There's no plot
Faking smiles until the party stops
Then I'll talk
And say it to my microphone
I think my brain just might explode
I've been hustling suckers since the motherf*cking eighth grade
Handle in my hoodie, I'm strutting like I own the place
Cop another bottle for the party on a school day
Twenty minutes later, I think it's time to vacate
I remember in September, burning time and rubber
Back when we were skipping class and making family suppers
Now I've got these walls up, and I can't help but to wonder
What's the point of *degraded noises*
Nothing f*cking matters
Girl, I've got writer's block
'Round the clock
Faking smiles until the party stops
Then I'll talk
Directly to my microphone
I'm saying too much through the phone (whooh)
I can't connect the dots
There's no plot
Faking smiles until the party stops
Then I'll talk
And say it to my microphone
I think my brain just might explode
Wassup
I'm the villain that they tried to warn you about
The one who stopped following and took a different route
I make music for the fun of it and lyrics to express
The joy of living life cause it's a never-ending mess (okay)
You got obsessed with perfecting your art
Always fitting in your category, playing your part
Started faking over beats and never living your life
Now I'm taking over, kid you got your chance to drive
I'll never be the person that you think you see (I'll never be)
Inside the mirror, he keeps looking down on me (on me)
But I'm alright (I'm alright)
I'll be okay (I'll be okay)
'Cause my reflection is smiling anyway (let's go)
Girl, I've got writer's block
'Round the clock
Faking smiles until the party stops
Then I'll talk
Directly to my microphone
I'm saying too much through the phone (whooh)
I can't connect the dots
There's no plot
Faking smiles until the party stops
Then I'll talk
And say it to my microphone
I think my brain just might explode
'Round the clock
Faking smiles until the party stops
Then I'll talk
Directly to my microphone
I'm saying too much through the phone (whooh)
I can't connect the dots
There's no plot
Faking smiles until the party stops
Then I'll talk
And say it to my microphone
I think my brain just might explode
I've been hustling suckers since the motherf*cking eighth grade
Handle in my hoodie, I'm strutting like I own the place
Cop another bottle for the party on a school day
Twenty minutes later, I think it's time to vacate
I remember in September, burning time and rubber
Back when we were skipping class and making family suppers
Now I've got these walls up, and I can't help but to wonder
What's the point of *degraded noises*
Nothing f*cking matters
Girl, I've got writer's block
'Round the clock
Faking smiles until the party stops
Then I'll talk
Directly to my microphone
I'm saying too much through the phone (whooh)
I can't connect the dots
There's no plot
Faking smiles until the party stops
Then I'll talk
And say it to my microphone
I think my brain just might explode
Wassup
I'm the villain that they tried to warn you about
The one who stopped following and took a different route
I make music for the fun of it and lyrics to express
The joy of living life cause it's a never-ending mess (okay)
You got obsessed with perfecting your art
Always fitting in your category, playing your part
Started faking over beats and never living your life
Now I'm taking over, kid you got your chance to drive
I'll never be the person that you think you see (I'll never be)
Inside the mirror, he keeps looking down on me (on me)
But I'm alright (I'm alright)
I'll be okay (I'll be okay)
'Cause my reflection is smiling anyway (let's go)
Girl, I've got writer's block
'Round the clock
Faking smiles until the party stops
Then I'll talk
Directly to my microphone
I'm saying too much through the phone (whooh)
I can't connect the dots
There's no plot
Faking smiles until the party stops
Then I'll talk
And say it to my microphone
I think my brain just might explode
Writer: Grant Olson
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