Too many times I've lied to myself Too many times I've been alone with sadness in my mind Too many times I've had lack of fait Too many times at home frustrated and no rhyme
Yo, too many sleepless nights nightmares Of the too many emcees without mics Mics don't work without lyrics Lyrics don't come from my pen Desk full of empty papers, pens broken Poetry to the beat of the music It sounds so easy and I try and I try But the trick don't work I must get sleep now Somehow, but I can't, so I wonder
How did the blow the horn like that (like that) How did the slip the finger like that (like that) How did the write the lyrics like that (like that) How did he come up with that song I wonder
How did the blow the horn like that (like that) How did the slip the finger like that (like that) How did the write the lyrics like that (like that) How did he come up with that song I wonder
Too many times I've given up Too many times the cry of pain echoes in my room Too many times Too many nights Doing nothin', just waitin' if the flower would bloom
Yo, I'm totally empty Insomnia everynight My head is like after lobotomy I can't write I want my booklet out of my sight Fireplace is the right place to place my booklet Where's my light Relax no panic I need to moderate Artificial respiration to prevent headache I must get spleep now Somehow, but I can't, so I wonder
How did the blow the horn like that (like that) How did the slip the finger like that (like that) How did the write the lyrics like that (like that) How didTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
