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earnest
I slit my wrists in cursive (with an ink pen)
Write a revelation, burn a stack of bibles
Question my faith
Get my churlish ass to smile
Find another

(Paper & Ink made this) old drunk-ass bitch
(Idea coming for the 808)
Ayy, Blood, you already know what's goin' on
Nigga, Ghetto Boy, 3rd World shit,

La patrulla
Y arriba la Tía
Y Culiacán
Jaziel Avilez
Puro codiciado, locos
Y puro Golden Ink
Prince, tú sabes

Aquí no hay fallo
Si no hay

they ain't ravioli
I-I don't need a record deal 'cause shit piles
You niggas blow the advance before the ink dries
I'm paranoid with all this food in

favorita

Před jménem nemám ing, maj na sobě moje ink
Ring, ringy, ring, zvedám to jak činky
Říkaj víc než dělaj, já dělám víc než říkám
Poslouchej mě bella,

Like a buzz to a bar
Like a love to a heart
Like brand new ink on a spring break arm
Like your toes in the sand
Like a beer in a hand
Like

pros
Might ink a deal with some O’s
Link up and clink up a toast 
Drink it alone with my folks
 
I want to forgive you
It’s too hard to forget 
All

got that red letter settlement straight out the ink
We got that bath water deficit and wax on the sink
We drink champagne in the swimming pool our

him (fock you)
Ze zitten op m′n huid ben niet op ink
Ik ben een top ik ik voel me top ik
Haal een gram haze en ik wil een top ik
Ben aan het loeren voor

don't know what I'd do without you, yeah)
What I would do (yeah, uh)
Oh, yeah

The past written in ink I drink an eraser and heave up my chaser
Sneak

wanted to flex in a mink
Might take a trip to re-up on my ink
I'm on a plane in a beater and links
Call up an Uber, it stop at the corner 
I probably

mayday, tak daleko, že nezní to zpátky (ou)
Včera bylo pozdě, někdy už nemůžeš to vrátit (yeah)
Že prý má kink na můj ink, ale ten, co nemám v těle
Ale v

knowing vices
All the compomising prices
Untouched by the law binders
Setting standards to remind us
That the ink has dried
Behind the goal
We wish

náma hoří, ya, nejde uhasit
Nesu v ruce zlatou růži, ya
Ona tváří se tak Boujee, ya
Dostala se mi pod kůži, ya
Jako nůž, jako ink, ya
Zavírám, otvírám

keertje kan doen
Dus prik m'n body vol met ink en boek een ticket naar de Cancun
En vier het leven elke dag tot in den treuren
En denk er niet bij na van

ink on her boobs
The good gyal want a badman that's smooth
Racks and waps in the backpack, ready for war, BET for their crew
Hit all the age groups,

er stressa, må pour opp en drink, yeah
Kroppen er covered in ink, yeah
Ga hun nummeret en halv time siden, hun har allerede ringt, yeah
Honoraret

I've been tongue tied
Down and out these days
Words don't come easy these days
Hand on the pen, let the ink run dry
Rather say nothing
Keep what

Know you feel the knives that's in your back
Ink your name in vain to feel somethin'
Don't remember how I got attached
We done made nothin' out