Lyrics:
together and catch a cab
Driver Take us to the nearest thrill
We’ll be making our beds in the streets tonight
That’s right we’ll be dreaming under the big
lies, then what, bedrock, bread and rice, I'll electrify this whole game, you'll get fried, when we eat the rich, we'll bake them in a pie, this life
up and raise me giant
I'm David in rooms overpopulated with Goliaths
They say God is black and so is the ink I chose to write in
Giant flows could make
Shoot your shots my g
Shoot your shots my g
Shoot your shots my
G...
Shoot your shouts my g
Yh
My girls a keeper like David de Gea
Good with
we me mean well
If we come around your shordy
She forget you just like the inkwell
Most of y'all don't ink well
I use ink well
And yes I recite
Top
you do that I call it dope boi magic
I get it nine in tha morning by night it just plastic
How you do that I call it dope boi magic
I'm fresh ta death
Met Mary Magdalene in a Twenty First Street bar
Her hair smelled like magnolias, she said she'd miss my old guitar
We drank a silent goodbye then I
well
Ah - but all the love
In the world was not enough
So I couldn't
I wouldn't
I daren't say no
David - how you made me feel
Every crack in every
What is going on and it's Michelle LA's 97-01
Radio is what you're listening to first
Thing I walk in the door and right
Behind me here he is Kanye
kick like David Beckham
Knock the karat out your bezel
Turn up the bass and lay low on the treble
When I'm rolling in my ride it's like time stood still
To my phone
For three weeks disappear
Out in vans
On the road
For free beers or four drink tickets
The tickets only getcha well liquors
I remember up only
up
Afflicted by choices I made
But have no regrets, ima push through the pain
All for the gang ima bleed for the gang
Blood in the ink and my heart in
a chip
And i plan to get that bitch
Blunt lock fingers
Pen lock wrist
I can't get a better grip
If i do imma snap this pen
(O well)
Ink to blood I'm tattin
tryna say, tryna say somethin'
Nigga tryna say
Fifth string, Young Peggy ring (Go)
Slick with the ink
These melodies need Duolingo (Shit)
Same size
your couch
And it's knowing I'm not shacked by forgotten words and bons
And the ink stains that have dried upon some line
That keeps you in the back
hearts black and skin whiter than Slavics
Call it ink-blot test madness
No bigotry, you can still get with me
Know why?
Well do you know I'm ON...?
ON,
Well well, Man Why you gotta be so mean?
Just come to me
Sipp' Something
Smoking Something
Sitting Comfortably
Look what you done to me
David Ruffin
brave, shallow in an ink black well
Lightly browned in the fires of hell
Wicked, holy, full on fake
Best known for my big mistake
I'm Zen wise,
get well
Hang around a ink well
Ring bell, hard to tell
If anything is goin' to sell
Try hard, get barred
Get back, write braille
Get jailed, jump
Now hear this crowd of people
I man well vex
And just have fe big up me chest
'Cause the Taxi Driver don't have no respect
Want I fe catch bus
the prophecy that
The long awaited
Son of David
Will come to take His throne
Robed in power
He'll devour
Everything that's not His own
We're waiting to be
yo, yall know that boy David? yea well he a bitch
YO fuck that boy David he better stop taking my fucking phone
fuck that boy David he better leave
rocked out some old school Elvis and had em pouring in the door
Sang some songs about drinkin and led some David Allen Coe
Nailed some Hank and Merl
And watch me rise like that fire Ting
David, I make mistakes
But put hand on hip and dance
Macarona ting
2 fingers fly in the mist of fire so I been fine
Discuss these ink in the well by david sylvian Lyrics with the community:
Report Comment
We're doing our best to make sure our content is useful, accurate and safe.
If by any chance you spot an inappropriate comment while navigating through our website please use this form to let us know, and we'll take care of it shortly.
Attachment
You need to be logged in to favorite.
Log In