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Verse 1)
I watch the news expressionlessly
I turn them off in the middle and look at the text I just got
“Hey, where are you going today?”
“Dunno, gotta work, are you out having fun?”
Because of needless worries, I search through
the unfinished ones I wrote yesterday but the lyrics all suck
There was a reason why I threw them away, shall I just go out?
Is there still some of the beer left I bought the other time?
Nope. It seems like I had about a fifth round
at my place the day before yesterday or something
My place is full of dust because I don’t clean up
There are only me and one dog lying around
Trying to at least do something, I took out a pen
but kept drawing nothing but dozens of lines with it
I can’t concentrate, I put on some clothes matching the weather
and call a taxi, the destination is my studio
Hook)
I got the writer’s block so come to my block
I got the writer’s block so come to my block
I got the writer’s block so come to my block
I got the writer’s block so come to my block
I got the writer’s block so come to my block
I got the writer’s block so come to my block
I got the writer’s block so come to my block
I got the writer’s block
Verse 2)
My workplaces are my place and my studio
I don’t know if it’s a good thing that I’ve gotten used
to the way there. I need some kind of a new sensation,
well, so that I can write something. I see these streets every time
This is what I say
but my playlist has been the same for months
Nas and Jay Hova and Biggie, M.E.T.H.O.D Man
And a bit of something new in there. It’s playing on repeat every day
At night in Korea, my jaw drops at stories
about New York where I haven’t been to
Had CEOs seen it, they’d have laughed,
but so what? I still find those((This probably refers to “stories about New York”)) the most dope
Unnecessarily insisting on the impossible like a little child,
that is me, they say. But I didn’t like anything I’ve heard
by Korean rappers lately. I just gotta do it myself
Back to basic, everything starts from this basement ..
Hook)
Verse 3)
I sit there doing nothing for a few hours
Beer cans I emptied earlier and smoked cigarettes
Dawn comes and now I even hold back sleep
Nevertheless, this is way better than having two jobs
My head hurts but I don’t let go until the end
and I don’t feel like going home
There is something I couldn’t get out yet
If I only find that, I can distinguish myself from the fakes
They who have completely forgotten how to sing
have learned how to make deals. Saying that is
how to stay here for a long time, they teach me
My first motive was that it’s((rap, music)) the thing I do best
There was nothing but that
Now all that’s left for this process((= making music))
is my hope that I can do it and I move a bit
everyday. I’m still in my studio
Hook)