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She told all her friends
Now they wanna link
Pussies wetter than some sinks
Ink, but no well

Blink, sunk to the bottom (Woah)
Pop that pussy like

But have no regrets ima push through the pain
All for the gan, ima bleed for the gang
Blood in the ink and my heart in my brain
AA I belong in AA
I

I barely would sleep spin da block til my stomach hurt
Do that shit again
Do that shit again so I know it work
Say I gotta press da Pin den da ink gon

Ink's like blood on the paper
I write words and let them settle down
What I write is a part of me
Just like everything in this town
A force that

the songs I sang before

Songs about songs and the muses I've met
Some revived to right wrongs, some with ink that's still wet
Some for which I am forever in

awake
I don't feel safe
I don't feel safe
The secret is out
No empty space
Empty space
No
Tattoo it in
Darken the ink
Now erase
Who would've known that

turn foes
Some of my friends are ghost
I got my highs and lows
And if you know you know

I keep grinding
Suppressing the pain
Ink on my flesh
I'm a mess,

You pierced my skin
Blood mixed with ink
And when I look at it
It's a memory
A memory of you
And the time we spent
A memory of us that I won't forget

junk on repeat, get crunk and funked on til defeat

Lost in the hijinx in the width of an eye blink
Time slinks on inscribed in dry ink
Scry into

Shout out to Inkap, pull out the pen with no ink cap
Never gone fade away I'm finna make a way for me to rap and then bring back
A legacy for my

watch blue dot
Big eyes got small when the pin drop
Ink blot took notes from the city top
Silk Spec seamstress when the weaves crossed
Ozzy Ozzy got

and my ink good it inks so well and
I don't think they care about, none of these are news that they could read about
Speak about, open mouth, Spielberg

score
Hate - I've never needed you more than now

And when my eyes adjust to line your face
The ink's gone dry, I can't erase
All that you had hoped

drawing these shapes on this page using ink
(As the tree retreats for winter)
Every word that is written here is given a meaning
(Into it’s roots)
If only

Yuh yuh
Seem like she ready
Man I think she ready
Yuh

Teamwork make the dream work
She her own boss
Make the cream work
Check the ink work
Smoking

Ink spilled everywhere
From the media outlets to the internet
Lies told all around
To the most appealing offer
Public opinion
Manipulated to please

writing in red ink to you again

I can't see any answers
I'm too busy looking at my feet
I'll just keep running
Head down and I grit my teeth
With tunnel

Will our choices make a difference?
Will the answers reveal itself?
Will the path we take make us think
"Are we the story made with paper and ink

I'll clip you out of my front page
And try to cover up your headline
New ink spills and gets rearranged
Into a picture that won't leave my side

A shaky

You can edit my last name, to Mr. I don't give a funk
Tall can killer, dancing thriller, smoking skunk
My medicine makes you think
Injecting ink becomes

the floor bottoms out
We still race to just take it
When the ink starts to fade
Start it all over
When the ink starts to fade
We’re going backwards
Following

a triple entendre
It's like, the first meaning for me is like the, paper being the, tissue for the pen
It's like the ink signifies the blood, sweat and tears

Imagine don't mean shit they don't care how shit look
Not ink out of a fuck nigga
And not the ink out your book 
Swear it won't me i had show booked 
That

and you're the ink inside 
Drawing inspiration from the things I love and loathe
But never directly talk about the things that move me most 
I'm a quiet man