Lyrics

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