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the sink sink
Brain on pause don't think think
New tattoos thats ink ink

And I'm just tryna be me, me
At the kick back have a ke-Ke
Wanna be high so free

You, show me, the ink, beneath your skin
And I, am a squid

Leaking ink into a pool where it collects
And draws you, in and out
I see your smile

I got a ink on my chest
Trust no one from the heart
Ion give no fuck
No nigga put me on
But I still put you on

Wake up with molly in the room eh
I

memory river 
I own the company, I am the red ink
Stroll in on my memory river 
Step down from the podium, here I am
Take a stroll in my memory river 

Oh,

Click clack bang
Name of the game
Swerve in your lane
Murk your ass out
Cause you fucken hesitate
Ink on the page
Ink on my veins
Blood of the Inca my

The beginning is at hand 

I bleed ink 
As the pages wear thin 
When the writing begins
When the writing begins

I bleed ink 
As the pages wear thin 
When

all about paper
With the man with blue ink
They sipping this lin and get lazy
And they quite
No mabrigal mabrigal
She crazy in love with ma rhymes
I'm

Sitting waiting, check the mailbox
For the letters that you'll never send
Well the ink's long been dry, and I don't know why
I'd make the same mistake twice

didn't pay
But like the ink in my arm
And the pen on my paper
Black ink always fades away
I'll fade away

And Falling deeper still
The ink seeps through my veins
Swaying through this vacant portrait in which we fall away
And Falling deeper still
The ink

I spilled some ink on the carpet
Dripping from my pen
My mother asked me, "Darling
Why is it red?"
You told me I'm an angel
I told you that's a lie

I talk to the stars at night
Remind me that I must stay bright 
Even through the dark of night
It's like
Like black ink spilled across the sky
Like

just smoke
Here comes the break
How fast, how fake
Aphrodite is dead my dear
Love is a joke

Just sign the paper's
They're only ink, They're only ink
Oh

Be free
Showed me how to be the sea
You showed me to the pen and sheet
Yeah
You handed me that pen and sheet
And ever since then
I confess
Pen-men ink

running out of ink
What can I do now?
If it wasn't me, who would write this story?
Full of drama or tragedies, without happy endings
And I'd like to end

wrong Now
I’m talking cuz I’m on now and I really am a boss wow
And I really got the sauce now yeah the cheese and Parmesan now
All my ink straight blood

heart
I'm not your canvass this is not your ass
My blood won't be your ink tonight

President of breaking my heart
You make the drama seem like an art
I

showers
Raining down
Yeah I bathe in it
Ima Rockstar baby
You ain't heard of me
Worldwide
Young king
Got that currency
Money ink in my blood
In my arteries

He's an octopus
From outer space
He looks like a scrotum, but one with a face
 
Mr. Cuddles, he will spray ink with a powerful blast
We're not sure

Cuddles
Cuddles
He's an octopus from outer space 
He looks like a scrotum
But one with a face

Mr. Cuddles, he will spray ink with a powerful blast

I wrote, I wrote until the fucking ink bled
I wrote, I wrote until the fucking ink bled
I'm trying to understand
(What is the measure of a man)
That

air in the crib
I think yes but less mess I set to test to be in
Living process of beings, another changed appearance
Skin like Sheeran but got no ink

I couldn’t even talk
I couldn’t even think
I couldn’t even, I couldn’t even blink and I feel to sink
I get out the pen with the ink
Truth in the eyes

Sittin' alone in my lonely room
Strummin' the old guitar
My pen is dusty, the ink is dry
I haven't gotten very far

Guess I'll never write this song