I'm the writer got a front page cover Hot gossip 'bout who's with their latest lover I write all chapters by the second scene I call the shots, don't
It was likened to a whistle spout Hitch a ride, hitch a ride Your favorite writer died Engine, engineer Peaceful pioneers Who hold me In Corsica the engines blew Your favorite writer
of toast You know, forced it down Then had a cup of coffee It was pouring with rain And I thought oh God You know, good old England I get this writer
, red plaid wool, Irish whiskey glass Here comes my fine bright haired lass Like a trash fire burning and burning it My heart could never write, the words
3:41 AM, make that 3:42 Time just keeps rolling on while I'm here stuck like glue So many things cross my mind But nothing stays awhile, so frustrating
based on a novel by a man named Lear And I need a break so I wanna be a paperback writer Paperback writer, paperback writer Paperback writer, paperback writer Paperback writer, paperback writer
The other side of the room An empty bottle lies broken Purple faces are sure Of snow white sheets to soak in His clothes are spread around They smell
Lady writer on the tv She knew all about a history You couldn't hardly write your name I think I want you just the same as the Lady writer on the tv
is all just made up The song that he writes Are too personal He can't play them for anyone When he's all alone The lovesong writer sings Oh, can anyone
m a writer, writer, not a fighter Fighter Hey baby, I'm a writer, writer, writer I'm a writer, I'm a writer, writer, writer I'm a writer, I'm a writer
writers It's not the consequence they have It's bigger than the monuments we have And yet you call yourself a heart breaker The words have meanings, readers have writers
She's got a car crash for a soul through restriction and repetition I'm growing old And it doesn't feel like this Everyone doesn't know what they really
, Damage, yessir, J.R Writer To all of my Gs coast to coast Flaco The Great Hook: I'm a real O.G. (You ain't heard about me) I'm a real O.G (J.R Writer
say the god sick, brighten on the arm wrist Ainlt harm shit but I iced her like a mob hit A hard brick, biter every bar of piff You heartless, you's a writer
, turn these creeps into dirt garbage(basura) I got that hunger that you had when you first started, hood to the burbs(suburbs)hardest truly a G(who?) JR writer
chest cavity and fill it like a ???? Cap, Im a writers block Diplomath, When I write I swear I whip blue detox now im, Kicking Crack Kill a Track, Stop
Yo, JR, they've been waitin' for you, dawg They've been askin' You ready? You up, motherfucker, DipSet, let's go Writer To all my hustlers, rock smugglers