This hurts, I'm tryna get a title switch
Goddamn, I've come up with jack shit
This hurts, the title is the startin' bit
Goddamn, I can't write without it
Ah, real pain, this is (ah)
Real pain, this is (ah), real pain, this is (ah)
Real pain, this is (ah), real pain, this is (ah)
I can't think of words

Feelin' pretty stupid, man, my whole head hurts
Because I've been rackin' it for a decent word
It may not be my job but it's where all of my time goes
So why am I stuck? Feel so empty in my brain lobes
Ah, maybe I just used it up
This song that I've just done was a crazy long one
Tricky, tricky, tricky, took a whole weekend's work
I can't think of words
Uh, already taken two breaks
Let my brain reset, it's still sluggish, for frick's sake
Uh, fuzzy like a kitty's face
A bad comparison now, sounds lovely
Uh (ah-ha), uh (ah-ha), state ev'rybody knows
We all get writer's block and don't you dare say that you don't
Ah, I can't make it work
I can't think of words

This hurts, a rhymin' word, I'm needin' it
Goddamn, comin' up with jack shit
This hurts, can't parody this classic hit
Goddamn, without new words for it
Ah, real pain, this is (ah)
Real pain, this is (ah), real pain, this is (ah)
Real pain, this is (ah), real pain, this is (ah)
I can't think of words

Just tryna find a good hook for this new song
Once the title's down then I can go off
But this is a single word song title, well, shit
Too many choices for words, hard to pick
Just focus on the vowel, not that picky
Gettin' the same consonant hurts, limits me
But there's a whole ton of rhymin' words
I can't think of words
I don't know what should be done
Hasn't been parodied before, kinda sucks
Because I don't like rippin' off people, see
Jerky, jerky, jerky is what doin' that'll seem
I don't wanna bite like a rapper who's a dick
Can't make his own sound and he can't write for shit
But I can't do that, can't take shit when there's none there, it hurts
I can't think of words

This hurts, too many options here to pick
Goddamn, tryna choose one to stick
This hurts, I thought that I had plenty wit
Goddamn, no thoughts are comin', shit
Ah, real pain, this is (ah)
Real pain, this is (ah), real pain, this is (ah)
Real pain, this is (ah), real pain, this is (ah)
I can't think of words

Keep startin' over when a choice I've tried is bad
Was the wrong friggin' word, just ended up sad
Didn't have jokes, it didn't have shit
But the greyest prose, nothin' int'restin' within
So I threw it out, pick a new one but I doubt
I'm gonna write a good song, this is madness right now
Got no cash ridin' on this, still want it done
I can't think of words
Ah, feelin' like a sad joke
All of this time spent for nothin' but some failed prose
Uh, all those sentences so wonky
Song's still there unplayed, wanna play it, it's funky
Damn, got a bass so chunky
It's really catchy, hopin' I can make it funny
But I ain't got shit, really hurts
I can't think of words

This hurts, I wish I had the will to quit
Goddamn, no way that I'll do it
This hurts, I'm feelin' like a piece of shit
Goddamn, somehow still enjoy it
Ah, real pain, this is (ah)
Real pain, this is (ah), real pain, this is (ah)
Real pain, this is (ah), real pain, this is (ah)
I can't think of words

I can't think of words (ah, ah, ah, ah)