Hit me up Hit me up Hit me up Yea, that's the beat I used to be The one The one you need Lyrics for the hysterics The King indeed But it all has stopped It's a writer's block It's a writer's block Give me a theme and I'll create the scene Something obscure, I'll give it my all, make it obscene Twisting, licking, kissing, but only on cheeks Yeah we gotta keep it clean for the under eighteen Hey, yo, the flow is back Just watch The King, go full attack Stack up stack up, line after line Can you guess the next lines rhyme? Of course you can, you're not dumb Only writing lyrics using my right thumb Did you get it? Well, here comes another one I am The one The one you need Lyrics for the hysterics The King indeed But it all has stopped It's a writer's block It's a writer's block Hit me up Hit me up, yea yea Hit me up Lock the heat Kick back, relax, enjoy the beat from the backseat Tell me, how do you feel? Listen to the words of the obscene Twisting, licking, kissing, but only on cheeks Yeah we gotta keep it clean for the under eighteen I am The one The one you need Lyrics for the hysterics The King indeed But it all has stopped It's a writer's block It's a writer's block I could use AI Like the cool kids these days But I'm here, for the authentic play Not gonna lie, I have tried But the rhymes sounds so artificial Not electrical, essential, unspeakable Yo I'm all critical I could use AI But you know what? I rather have A writer's block I am The one The one you need Lyrics for the hysterics The King indeed But it all has stopped It's a writer's block It's a writer's block Hit me up
