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lyrics
My paper's on the table, pen is ready to write
And I'm just searching for a name to step right into the light
But see when nothing draws near, I begin to fear
My inspiration's running dry and only silence appears
I'll be confronted with the proof, when I step in the booth
Put the truth on the table, or just table the truth
See, I got nothing to say, no one to rap about
I've run amok in dismay, cuz I'm the Prince of Self-Doubt
So just give me a name, or I'll be flooded with shame
And lose my every chance of getting in the rap hall of fame
How 'bout a penny for your thoughts? The name of a dame?
Or a dime to buy the claim over your fame?
A memory, melody, remedy, to give apparent clarity in this parody lacking vulgarity
Is it for me or for you? Could it just be for two?
Why bother even ask? It's not like anybody knew
Chorus:
Check your inspiration at the door
Who is this song for? Who is this song for?
Is it wrong for me to search for something more?
Who is this song for? Who is this song for?
Post Chorus:
Is it wrong for me to see you as the key to this beat?
Cuz if you were to be, you would make it complete
I think I need a fresh start, lather, rinse, repeat
Will a face just appear as I put words to the page?
My vision's getting blurry and I don't think it's with age
Why can't the way I feel reveal what's real and let me know the deal?
I feel like I've been sleeping and I just woke up behind the wheel
Trapped in a daze, can't seem to solve this maze
I'm running out of places so just let me count the ways
I might have done this before
I don't have any more
I think I'll start from the beginning, just build up from the floor
Every door might be locked, but if I just take stock
I can tear through all the panels, pan for gold, and find that rock
I didn't mean crack, just go back to the line before that
Where I clear out all the cobwebs just sit down and write a rap
So here we are at the beginning, does this mean I'm winning?
Can't say so, I just feel like my hair is thinning
Back to the drawing board, back to wanting more
Did I hear that right? My verse is over with that chord
Chorus
Post Chorus:
Is it wrong for me to see you as the key to this beat?
Cuz if you were to be, you would make it complete
I'm looking deep into my heart I'm gonna follow my feet
Bridge:
Is it wrong for me to see you as the key to this beat?
Cuz if you were to be, you would make it complete
Chorus
Post Chorus:
Is it wrong for me to see you as the key to this beat?
Cuz if you were to be, you would make it complete
I think I need a fresh start, lather, rinse, repeat
Ezra Tenenbaum's home recordings get new life with bass, drums, and guest vocals by Jenny Lewis on the first single "High Flying Faith." Bandcamp New & Notable Sep 26, 2016
