These Words ARe My Own

Threw some chords together. The combination D-E-F. Its who I am, its what I do. And I was gonna let it down for you. Try to focus my attention. But I feel so A-D-D. I need some help, some inspiration. (But its not coming easily) Trying to find the magic (oh) . Trying to write a classic (oh) . Don't you know, don't you know? Waste-bin full of paper . Clever rhymes, see you later. Read some Byron, Shelly and Keats. Recited it over a Hip-Hop beat. Im having trouble saying what I mean with dead poets and drum machines. I know I had some studio time booked But I couldn™t find a killer hook. Now youve gone & raised the bar right up. Nothing I write is ever good enough .

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