Packy - Writer's Block lyrics

Yeah yeah

Fell in love with me when you was only 18
Your friends liked me, your parents hated me
You would sneak me in the house
Cut off all the lights
Spend the whole night up on your couch
Aw yeah
I was a little older, I had the street smarts
You were a little naive, you a sweetheart
You were a good kid, I was a rebel
But, you understood me and I could
Get you on your level, like
"You all I ever wanted
We could do it real big
Bigger than you ever done it
You be up on everything
They ain't never on it
I want this forever, I swear I
Could spend whatever on it, yeah"
And so you did
Gave me all your time and your money
Did it big you would skip class just to
Get me in the whip put me on
Tell me how you 'bout to be the shit
And I believed you

Do you really love me or you used to me?
Why you gotta have yourself a drink
To tell the truth to me?
Why we can't be like the old days?
I wish you would go back to your old ways
Back when you had nothing
Back when you needed me
Back when our time together
Was the realest shit of your week
You were deep, think of me in your sleep
Now, I hope you think about
The promises you didn't keep

A lot of people wanted me but
You would work for me they saw my good side
You seen the worst of me
Somehow, you always had words for me
But that lingo you got
I know you learned from me
Time passed and you took me for granted
And now you jealous that I'm
Getting attention from other rappers
It used to come natural for you to
Love me and now you force it
Maybe we should be divorcin'
You told me that
You would make an album every year
You would sell out every show
You would be a millionaire
Told me all that it would take is patience
Well, I been waitin'
And you not lookin' like you made it
Where the chains? Where the
Whips? Where the crib?
Why your hometown still the
Place that you live?
I thought you never needed that
Now you need it to be happy
At least that's the way you act

Do you really love me or you used to me?
Why you gotta have yourself a drink
To tell the truth to me?
Why we can't be like the old days?
I wish you would go back to your old ways
Back when you had nothing
Back when you needed me
Back when our time together
Was the realest shit of your week
You were deep, think of me in your sleep
Now, I hope you think about
The promises you didn't keep

You would make an album every year
You would sell out every show
You would be a millionaire
Told me all that it would take is patience
Well, I been waitin'
And you not lookin' like you made it
Where the chains? Where the
Whips? Where the crib?
Why your hometown still the
Place that you live?
Fuck your writer's block, signed, sealed
Delivered sincerely, Hip-Hop