Official audio for Mayer Hawthorne’s “Physical Touch Instrumental” from the album 'For All Time Instrumentals'

For All Time Instrumentals

Physical Touch Instrumental

Sitting here tryin to write down a few words,
So I can put them in a rap, but this shits just too blurred
Thoughts don't develop, can't put paper to pen
I did it before, just can't do it again
I guess people don't realize how hard it is to write
Suppose the best words come when you're feelin contrite
I need inspiration, just something to get going,
Like a kid writing a report, who hopes it starts snowing
Out of millions of words, I can't find a few just to say,
Maybe because today seems like any other day,
While everyone's out there, doing their thing,
I'm sitting here thinking of words that I can sing.
No lyrical genius, the words usually lay down for me,
Like Jack drawing Rose, while they're out on the sea.
My tongue's like a mouse, the cat won't let that shit go,
Just need a few words so I can record this new flow.
Well damn look at that, I guess I got this shit going,
Just started writing something without even knowing
Alright here I go now I'm speaking from the heart,
But that's nothing new, been doing that from the start
I felt like today was just the worst day ever,
Couldn't find some words, just wasn't feeling too clever,
Wrote down what I was feeling, and this thing started to blossom,
My brain was playin dead, must have thought it was a possum
Its a rejuvinating feeling to sit here and spit words,
No good feeling bummed out, that shits for the birds.
But fuck all that, I'm feeling way too driven,
My words are out to dry, like I'm hangin out the linen
I gotta take em down, so I can rap and you can listen,
Write down whats in my head so its not unwritten.
I know I write a lot, you could say its my addiction,
But I can't stop doing something I feel is my ambition
Adding words to my rap, I suppose that makes the plot thicken
Can't help I love to write, thats a gift that's God given
I'll keep doing what I love, as long as I'm breathing
Cos me without writing, is sleeping without dreaming
Hope you wore a jacket, cos my words just left you freezing,
I went on and on, like my words were interweaving
Been rappin so long, when I'm done I might be weezin
Hope that when its finished, this rap will be pleasin
If my words were a sword, then I'd better start sheathing,
Cos the beats slowin down, and the rhythms decreasin,
Writing's what I do, I hope you got my meanin
Time to call it a wrap, so this you'll start streamin.

Original lyrics by Nick Angyal. Beat produced by GeneralBeatZ

Lost Words Found (prod. GeneralBeatZ)

Drey-Kar Anderson

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