It never gets easy
And that’s the fun
In a matter of a day it comes around like the sun
It’s a backlash
And a backlash backlash
I reserve judgment to pick through the trash
Of artists that didn’t get their props
Digging through the bins at the record shops
Might as well find your own favorites
Cuz in the music biz no one really knows shit
Go on

Those that can’t do it surely fucking will
And those that throw might try to teach that skill
Those that can’t teach know will never rise
Above the sweetness that they criticize

If someone enjoys your art that’s a reason to live
And if you gotta gift then you know that you gotta give
If someone digs your art that’s a reason to live
And if you gotta gift then you know that you gotta give

Believe that
Are you with that
The content of getting on down
To the music
Twist the effects is the ever present Swami
And like the ellipse of Yoni
Mixing scotch with saki
That’s all I want
Looking for something to stop me
Getting on down
The trigger blows
It’s a writer’s block party
That’s all I want
Looking for something to stop me
Getting on down
The trigger blows
It’s a writer’s block party

No props for those that don’t give props
When respect due I give it up non-stop
Big up around the world to all the positives
So many sad people don’t even want to live
Best believe they wanna take you down with them
Ruining it for you, if you’re ever given
Professional cynics let me hear your band
Let’s hear you make a rhyme, where are your fans
You didn’t put us here and you don’t have a sound
Rocking coast to coast before there ever was a town
Like playing my guitar and that’s really all that matters
Say what you will but the vibe is getting phatter

That’s all I want
Looking for something to stop me
Getting on down
The trigger blows
It’s a writer’s block party
That’s all I want
Looking for something to stop me
Getting on down
The trigger blows
It’s a writer’s block party