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Yeah, it hurts to say out loud (oh, oh)

Umm, if I had to paint a picture
Of the state my heads been in
I would only use black ink

Oh, I'm

Bu wu mu eh

Bu wu mu eh

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I u wanna party maybe u can call later
If u tryna party , U gotta have more paper

I u

to an end to an end
At the end see another begin
Said I can't make it man I took offence
Rewind my track i get EP
U C the hate is ink to my pen
Dry murder

internal
The music is my blueprint it's my documented journal
It's 2022, the ink touches the page
It's difficult to get a peace of mind and mentally escape

Maybe when the ink dries
You're feeling confounded
Tell me things that you
Always wanna do

Baby, it's simple
Loving you is no riddle
So just give

stretched across my coffin 
Spilling ink into the wound dehiscence
The blood thins, the plot thickens 

Drop the curtain
Sever the thoughts from the act

killing it like Emerson
Ehhh
Matuidi’s a freight train
In the storm in the rain
Pink and black
Ink in back
Hungry like Edison
Eh eh eh
Hungry like Edison

goodbye to you
Oohhhh ohhh
I'll sing to you (Coz)
No matter where you are
you'll always hear
I'm near
You have marked my heart with ink
To many memories I

name in ink below my shirt sleeve
Told me I could call you anytime

And I'm driving at sixty five
'Cause you said come and get me
I can't stand one

You taught yourself to brawl and you taught yourself to swim 
Through thoughts that are as dark as all that ink flows beneath your skin 
When they tried

Fall out then we link up later
She want commitment ink to paper
I need a different start
Too hot in the hood can't blend it
Shit restart move this engine

passed and I fucking let it
'Cause it still hurts when I don't forget it
The numbers on my chest, I put my blood in ink
When I talk about the best, I

Let me see the vison
Of your creation
What demons guide your hand?
You use a pencil
But red ink sticks to the sheet
An unsightly figure
Does he guide

I hear your voice in the street
Through the ink of the night
It's like colours that I've never seen

And I need to be in it
Lifted clear from my bed

finner ingen mere sulten ingen villere i blikket
Ingen villig til å dytte yo det er hardt å få til
Se alle sønna mine dekka til med svart og grå ink

Jeg

flouss l'benzine
Zman l'bling bling, medyoura bel paper wel ink
Finek fach kanou sa7afa tayiketbou l'moutchou The King of Game
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the way it is)
Ain't no BOGO free though
You bozo
I'm a listener, I take shit in no homo
I'm a writer too, RIP Maya Angelou
My ink has been leaking
Had

on the lotto for a seat man
Pinpoint, thousand-dollar ink pen
How they call a star
When they don't know who they are
That don't make no sense
Cha-ching

the ghost of the wheelhouse
Clawing at my shore leave ink
Eyes burned open, salty dog grin
Trying to make a living in the drink
I love her so
But now I long

the pain to pages, let that ink melt
I'm staying in between the lines, but the pictures undefined
In due time I'll shine, cuz I age like fine wine with

I'm in my head
I'm in my head
I feel so dead
With a pen
I write my ends
You scratch my ink the stories bled
I can't write it down with lead
I feel

ink
Poison arrow is what Cupid brang
Fucking up what I have gained
But fuck it, I'll put it to run on a train
And let it be fucked like the feelings I

and strong
It shall forevermore endure
The saints' and angels' song

Could we with ink the ocean fill
And were the skies of parchment made
Were every stalk

cling to the crown and can't control the crowd power shrinks
Clouds and towers collapsing drowning in coward's blood and ink
From poems of those who