Black Birdie - Creator’s Block lyrics

One, two, three, four

I’m waking up and out of bed
(Bed head, bed head)
Took a shower, brushed my teeth
And fixed my messy head (Mmm-mmm)
But now it’s right back to the grind
(Ooh ooh) i’ve found my pens and paper but
It seems I’ve lost my mind
(You lost that a while ago)

It’s almost as if I’ve got
Nothing left to say (Say)
And out of all the days
Why did it have to be today (For real?)

I’ve got writer’s block
I just can’t write a song
I’ve got writer’s block
I think there’s something wrong (With you)
With the instruments, the words
That annoying bird, or even the melody
(It’s the bird for me)
The inspiration, motivation
And rhyming scheme i’ve got writer’s block

Since I cannot write a new song (Ooh ooh)
I’ll take my pens and paper and
Just draw all day long (Ooh ooh)
It’s 1: 45 and I still have nothing
(Nothing, nothing)
I’ve got nothing new, it’s almost two
And I haven’t done anything new (Ooh ooh)

I’ve got artist’s block
I just can’t frickin’ sketch
I’ve got artist’s block
My realism does not look fetch
(Artist's Block)
I’m no cartoonist, nor a minimalist
And abstract so not my thing
And the fact that when I’m done lining
I’ll start coloring (Eugh)
I’ve got artist’s block

(Ooh ooh) oh it's still going
(Ooh ooh) okay

Maybe I should step back and
Go back to my roots (My roots)
Maybe pick up a hobby and learn something new
(New) or maybe write something ‘bout how
I can’t write a song (Wait, yeah)
That’s not a bad idea
With my genius brain and all (Ooh ooh)
I can start writing now
We’re gonna have a ball (Ooh ooh)
And when it’s said and done
What should it be called?

It’s called writer’s block
Is exactly what I have
(Writer's block, what I have)
Or it’s artist’s block
Although it’s not so bad
(Artist's block, not that bad)
It can’t stop my flow, nor hinder my growth
Yeah it’s got nothing on me
(Ah ah ah, Ah ah)
Now I’ve got inspirations, motivations
And rhyming schemes
(Okay, but what the fuck’s it called?)
It’s called creator’s block