Words Never Come Easy Video (MV)

I wanna write things but, this album took me half a year to write
Aha, I need more time, but I think this is a good filler. Haha

It never comes easy, especially at times
When my mind would not co-operate, ideas never chime
No topic to base off, no rhythm to spit with
Advice, non-existent and lack of a tidbit

Pencil in my hand, other free in my hair
Head scratching, eventually the roots'll disappear
The only thing leaking from my brain is stress
I could come up with a line or two, five hours at best

Sorry, I'm exaggerating, feel like copy-pasting
My heart is pulsing, great, I'm procrastinating
Have I told you, there's a deadline to follow?
That totally helps, when creativity is hollow

Who knew that I'd take this long?
Something in my head is wrong
I just want to finish this song
But words never come easy, so I'm gone

The only things I want to express
Would only come out as tracks, that make me look like I'm depressed
See, that's the hard thing, filtering them pipes
When I wanna go one way, that leads me to a fight

I wrote slam poetry, on someone who would pick on me
And luckily I knew that it would instantly expose me
That's somewhere in the archive, and I might put it up soon
Ha, over my dead body

Okay, when I'm out of inspiration, or topics that are friendly
I wanna spit words, without guidance like PG
Set on the wrong foot, my cousins are kids
They wanna hear my words, but I'm rough like Skids

Mudflap, there's a gap, I got no pulse
Then comes the idea, got Eureka! (Deuce! Mmm!)
At the moment, the concept is seen in my eyes
Like a dream, I forget it and the session just dies

Who knew that I'd take this long?
Something in my head is wrong
I just want to finish this song
But words never come easy, so I'm gone

I sample lyrics, and I steal words like Robin Hood
An algorithm set and blacks out I knew it would
A stream of consciousness serves as an element
And I could never fathom if those thoughts serve intelligent

But then I take some time, and soon I have vocabulary
Stored in the cortex, what ever deems necessary
I have it all planned, release date and all
All I need to worry 'bout is if the internet would stall

Blue goldfish, in a tank, military
Positive thoughts pile, creativity
Now I lay down my words, until my pencil is flat
And honestly, that just makes me think back that

Half the time you could say you got nothing
Between me and you, there's always gotta be something
And if it takes so long, with no place to be
I'll just warn you now, words never come easy