ترانه:
Writer

Blow into this paper bag Go home and stop grinning at everyone Blow into this paper bag Go home and stop grinning at everyone It was nice when it lasted

For me to come up with shitty to say (Ayyyyyy) I'm at a loss for words 'cause y'all already said it all I think I'm runnin' out of cliches I'm gettin' writer

you overnight If you must return it you can send it here But I need a break and I want to be a paperback writer Paperback writer! Paperback writer Paperback writer Paperback writer

[Cam'ron] (Spoken) Yo J.R?, they've been waitin' for you dog. they've been asking. you ready? Dipset, Lets go! Writer [JR Writer] (CHORUS) To all

wearing thin But I've got a plan Why don't you be the artist And make me out of clay Why don't you be the writer And decide the words I say 'Cause

I'm a reader and a writer Not a lover or a fighter When it comes to push and shove I'm as peaceful as a dove I'm a tiger in the night When I'm talking

In these words that crash my ears I now stomach this in fear With the turn I gathered name as the bastard's son Who by fire I would come Through this

It doesn't matter what I say, it could be anything. All that matters is what they hear, and fuck, it can be beautiful Fuck. We'll turn it into something

Reacclimate to my surroundings Back in a city that just seems to eat itself All I really want to do is get back into you No tension, no worries But every