Woods.Son - Writer's Block [tekst, tłumaczenie i interpretacja piosenki]

Sitting In my room
Tryna think of shit to write about
Looking for a lighted house to lead me to a righter route
Right about now
Wish I was someone That I idolized
Take a match to lighter fluid that I poured on writers block
Yeah sure I write a lot
But really not enough
Cause every time I think it's lame i trash it
Wad it up
Got my passion knotted up
I Blame it on the lack of time But honestly suck
Or is that I find things like crying over getting dumped
Stupid to discuss
Cause no one gives a fuck about me
All I do is spit heat
You could make an oven out me
My friends made a brother out me
But some times they say shit
Like all you spit is lame shit
The same shit
And That probly get a "fuck em" out me
I showed them the dopest song and they gon pull the from out me

Asking why don't you rap real?
(Real?)
Why don't you say anything that has to do with your life?

And from that point it feels like
I really do say stupid shit
And that shit ain't appealing

So now my pen ain't working
Cause stupid comments resonate
So this might be the death of me
Cause I can't write shit
You like, kid
Fuck that-
Gonna bust back
With the best rap
My Bass bang make your neck snap
I'm the shit no ex-lax
I'll finish you like the next chapter
It's right on to the path
My attack is syntax
Been Grammatical semtex
Spit gonna spray like it windex
Shit gonna hit the fan when it spin fast and it ain't gonna end till they been dead
Foot on the pedal press harder than ever, I do it like my bones been led
Not gonna stop till they in bed
On a death bed
Saying shit man
I Shoulda never made him mad

I probably need a lobotomy for the all the ways that I been a catastrophe
They gonna honor me
Kid I been hotter than 90 degree
Sauna
Life's getting darker
Swimming in lava
Come around me you gon need you some water
Pin point a horror
Sins in a bottle
Spin it real quick then i let em loose on ya
No ain't living with drama
I will not do it like cinnamon challenge
Worked for the shit so it isn't just talent
Bet I keep going til get a medallion
Actually
Gonna get me thousand
Bet I spit venom that get em all drowsy
Uh-

These critics don't get it
Just what it's about
This game is only how well you can style it

With out being too violent

But when I am doubted

I feel like
Got no other outlet

It Pours out in fountains
These sounds now
Are growls that howl over mountains

It's like a super power using verbs nouns and talent
There's no doubt in my mind that I'm not out powered

Woods