Aight Aight Tos Tos
I said it ain't the writers block that blocks the writer man it's just the fear
I used to cry about the levels those were just the tiers
Thought I lost the sauce and if I waited then it must appear
Ketchup to the greats, then I'll be balling I'm in mustard gear
Never worn a Bally nah, in Mayo there's a farm or two
I'm HP hard to pull, Heart is full of particles
I'll never fade or taper still I'm standing in the barber queue
Issues with the King? Wеll then the smartest movе is start a coup
Mark of truth notice how the realest stuff is hard to move
Hopeless man the real is rough and tough it's always hard to do
Supply with no demand you see the curves and graphs will start to move
Stall until they shop me, man this stock could make the market boom
In the darkest room because the light has been broken
Before you start the coup just know I'm the king, Tosan
Life works out when A's involved, never had a plan B
If I ever paint the walls, I'll let her call me Banksy. Tos

See I'm sorry for the way that I left you the day
That I left you is the day that my happiness died
I'm lost with no sense of direction
Regret that I left and I'm best when I'm right by your side
Hate the fact I can't undo, take me back I still love you
But it's haunting me every day, that I didn't know what to say

Ain't the ice and chains that make the rapper must be nice to spend
The lightning strikes again I'd struggle not to like the pen
I'm struggling to write again, changed a bit like glycogen
They're dead and gone like uncle Ben, It's clear I'm on the rice again
I'm opening my gift, and I'm unraveling the blessing
Battling depression, still I'm traveling to sessions
Guess Insomnia's the Costa Coffee if you get me
Space Ps, Frank and honest, Starbucks, I ain't messing
I ain't stressing got them watching like a tv show
I was told that Life's a game it's not a gg though
Mums a C E O, had to see me grow
She's an expert at investing she gone see me blow
G the hook is to the music, but it's what I thought you'd say to me
Lack of bravery, and this a place in which I hate to be
The writers block can't block the writer once he's got the pen
So imma write until I drop and imma never stop again Tos
See I'm sorry for the way that I left you the day
That I left you the days that my happiness died
I'm lost with no sense of direction
Regret that I left and I'm best when I'm right by your side
Hate the fact I can't undo, take me back I still love you
But it's haunting me every day, that I didn't know what to say