No Rhyming Scheme

[Hook]
The words don't come to me the way they did before
This could be it for me, just watch me hit the floor

[Verse 1]
I'm losing my writing skills
I don't know how right it feels
Thinking that I might as well
Go and start biting pills
Maybe try to fight the chills
Tripping out to Cypress Hill
Sleep it off, hate it
Then I do it and I like it still
Happens every time, every day I wake up
I just wanna bake, sooner than later I blaze up
Raise up what I'm smoking to the sky, show the lord
And I try to flow, guess that's why I'm going overboard
I record shit over and over, it's getting old
Got the life of the slice of bread that's getting mold
Would you eat it? I wouldn't, unless I was a dumb ass
I guess I still am, I'm tryna rap to make some cash
My money burns through my pocket like it's blunt ash
Boxing match and I'm probably gonna punch last
I run fast but it's in the wrong way
Wonder why? listen to what my songs say, yeah

[Hook]
The words don't come to me the way they did before
(it's fine with me, just combine the beat, sitting silently, no rhyming scheme)
This could be it for me, just watch me hit the floor
(it's fine with me, just combine the beat, sitting silently, no rhyming scheme)

[Verse 2]
I'm two minutes in and I barely got a verse in
Worse than the words I was yelling out in church
And everything's a mess, yes my hair, and my desk
And my life, I'm just tryna get some things off my chest
But I don't have the right words, now I'm getting hyper
Make my friends think I could kill it in a cypher
I just need the right burst, maybe try to right first
Write towards the light but now I'm gonna need life alert

[Hook] x2