Lyrics:
Just like a clock without hands
There'd be no tick tock
Just like a house without a door
There'd be no need to knock
Just like a pen with no ink it cannot write
But if you come back to me
Everything would be all right
Just like a candle with no flame
It will not burn
Just like children without books
They cannot learn
Just like a lamp without a switch
It cannot light but if you come back to me
Everything would be all right
I tried to please you, honey
To the greatest satisfaction
But no no, no no, baby
You wanted another attraction
Now please tell me
How can I go on without you?
In London city where I did dwell
A butcher boy, I loved right well
He courted me, my life away
But now with me, he will not stay
I wish, I wish, I wish in vain
I wish I was a maid again
A maid again I ne'er will be
'Til cherries grow on an apple tree
I wish my baby it was born
And smiling on its daddy's knee
And me poor girl to be dead and gone
With the long green grass growing over me
She went upstairs to go to bed
And calling to her mother said
"Give me a chair 'til I sit down
And a pen and ink 'til I write down"
At every word she dropped a tear
And at every line cried "Willie dear
Oh, what a foolish girl was I
To be led astray by a butcher boy"
He went upstairs and the door he broke
He found her hanging from a rope
He took his knife and he cut her down
And in her pocket, these words he found
Oh, make my grave large, wide and deep
Put a marble stone at my head and feet
And in the middle, a turtle dove
That the world may know, that I died for love
Lear
In Egypt, the first day of spring
You're painting a watercolor,hoping the light will bring
Guided by pens and inks, the pyramids and palms and sphinx
When I was an old man, I had a cat named Foss
Now he's gone I wander on
With this unbearable sense of loss
How pleasant to know Mr.
Or do you wish to see me breathless, watch my spirit fly away
Do what you must I had a fear of death, that shit just died today
Take a look at the concrete, see a flower emerge
Pistols carried by cowards, I got more powers with words
Put my faith in the pen, let the ink wash all of my sins
The judge called it murder, my nigga called it revenge
You see, we all got to die someday, some way
White people dying in they sleep, my niggas die from gunplay
Well, if the Lord call my name to free me from my chains
Cremate a nigga, roll a blunt with my remains
Get high, get high, get high, get high
Get high, get high, get high, get high
Get high, get high, get high, get high
Get high, get high, get high, get high, get high
In my time, nigga, I chase many dreams
I was a hustler, created plenty schemes
To get enough of what I need, I would do anything
I swear to God, these niggas don't want to see me bling
A nigga trying to get it with this pen though
So I could do a lil' something for the kinfolk
Plus a nigga got a little beef for DM bro
And that's the kinda shit a nigga usually seeing flow
With the weed and blow, I'm drifting with this
So see I'm really all over the place
I cover lots of ground and I been creeping undercover for miles
And turn hundreds into thousands, into millions
Yes, I've chased the Devil with sacrifice the things to make revenue
What would you do if you was living in the ghetto under dark grey skies?
Eye can c ur face every time
Anywhere, any place in my mind
If my guard is ever low
Mmmm there's a place that eye can go
Elixir, elixir, elixir
U can fight in vain
Eye'm gonna have my way
All night and all day
Seven tears fall like rain
In between the joy and pain
Ooh wee baby
Elixir, elixir, elixir
Ooh wee baby
Elixir, elixir, elixir
Yes he does
Hand in hand woman and man
Through the tallest doors, up the stairs
Two animals spawning in a river
They go there ooh wee baby
Elixir, up and down
Elixir, round and round
Elixir, don't stop baby'
Elixir, elixir, elixir
With his pen, ink and tongue (amid the sound of machinations)
Is this real or all in fun (city noise)
He writes it there (oh yes he writes it)
Writes it there, elixir
Naked girl naked boy (single word that she heard}
They lay xposed (xposed)
Can u hear it?
In London city where I did dwell
A butcher boy, I loved right well
He courted me, my life away
But now with me, he will not stay
I wish, I wish, I wish in vain
I wish I was a maid again
A maid again I ne'er will be
'Til cherries grow on an apple tree
I wish my baby it was born
And smiling on its daddy's knee
And me poor girl to be dead and gone
With the long green grass growing over me
She went upstairs to go to bed
And calling to her mother said
"Give me a chair 'til I sit down
And a pen and ink 'til I write down"
At every word she dropped a tear
And at every line cried "Willie dear
Oh, what a foolish girl was I
To be led astray by a butcher boy"
He went upstairs and the door he broke
He found her hanging from a rope
He took his knife and he cut her down
And in her pocket, these words he found
Oh, make my grave large, wide and deep
Put a marble stone at my head and feet
And in the middle, a turtle dove
That the world may know, that I died for love
Don't say another word
However, I thank you for this pen and ink ammunition.
Thank you for the inspiration.
You're the straw that's crushing my back.
Dear Annie I'm sorry it's been a long long time
There's so much on my mind
I want to call you I'm dropping you this line
Lieu of walls I can't climb
Thought I'd let you know since I let you go
I've come to rue the day
A silly card I guess but I must confess
There's so much more to say
Longer letter later
I blew it I know it and all I have to show
Is this heartache I feel
I may be crazy
But everything I know tells me try and appeal
Are you having fun have you found someone
To shed new light on you
Maybe pen and ink will make you stop and think
Of all that we've been through
Longer letter later
If only you could see this brand new me
I know you'd change your plan
Here's the postscript now meant to show you how
I'm a different man
Longer letter later
Longer letter later
I was reading Slim Aarons and I got to thinking that I thought
Maybe I'd get less stressed if I was tested less like
All of these debutantes
Smiling for miles in pink dresses and high heels on white yachts
But I'm not, baby, I'm not
No, I'm not, that, I'm not
I've been tearing around in my fucking nightgown
24/7 Sylvia Plath
Writing in blood on my walls
'Cause the ink in my pen don't work in my notepad
Don't ask if I'm happy, you know that I'm not
But at best, I can say I'm not sad
'Cause hope is a dangerous thing for a woman like me to have
Hope is a dangerous thing for a woman like me to have
I had fifteen-year dances
Church basement romances, yeah, I've cried
Spilling my guts with the Bowery Bums
Is the only love I've ever known
Except for the stage, which I also call home, when I'm not
Servin' up God in a burnt coffee pot for the Triad
Hello, it's the most famous woman you know on the iPad
Calling from beyond the grave, I just wanna say, "Hi, Dad"
I've been tearing up town in my fucking white gown
Like a goddamn near sociopath
Shaking my ass is the only thing that's
Got this black narcissist off my back
She couldn't care less, and I never cared more
So there's no more to say about that
Except hope is a dangerous thing for a woman like me to have
Hope is a dangerous thing for a woman with my past
There's a new revolution, a loud evolution that I saw
Born of confusion and quiet collusion of which mostly I've known
A modern day woman with a weak constitution, 'cause I've got
Monsters still under my bed that I could never fight off
A gatekeeper carelessly dropping the keys on my nights off
I've been tearing around in my fucking nightgown
24/7 Sylvia Plath
Writing in blood on your walls
'Cause the ink in my pen don't look good in my pad
They write that I'm happy, they know that I'm not
But at best, you can see I'm not sad
But hope is a dangerous thing for a woman like me to have
Hope is a dangerous thing for a woman like me to have
Hope is a dangerous thing for a woman like me to have
But I have it
Yeah, I have it
Yeah, I have it
I have
Ink to the pen to the page to the mic
Ink to the pen to the page to the mic
Ink to the pen to the page to the mic
Ink to the pen to the page to the mic
Ink to the pen to the page to the mic
Ink to the pen to the page to the mic
Ink to the pen to the page to the mic
Ink to the pen to the page to the mic
Ink to the pen to the page to the mic
Ink to the pen to the page to the mic
Ink to the pen to the page to the mic
Ink to the pen to the page to the mic
Ink to the pen to the page to the mic
Ink to the pen to the page to the mic
Ink to the pen to the page to the mic
Ink to the pen to the page to the mic
To the page to the mic
Ink to the pen to the page to the mic
Jonathan
Removed my antlers and said
Not in here
The clientele are mostly
Dutch
Ink to the pen to the page to the mic
I was reading Slim Aarons and I got to thinking that I thought
Maybe I'd get less stressed if I was tested less like
All of these debutantes
Smiling for miles in pink dresses and high heels on white yachts
But I'm not, baby, I'm not
No, I'm not, that, I'm not
I've been tearing around in my fucking nightgown
24/7 Sylvia Plath
Writing in blood on my walls
'Cause the ink in my pen don't work in my notepad
Don't ask if I'm happy, you know that I'm not
But at best, I can say I'm not sad
'Cause hope is a dangerous thing for a woman like me to have
Hope is a dangerous thing for a woman like me to have
I had fifteen-year dances
Church basement romances, yeah, I've cried
Spilling my guts with the Bowery Bums
Is the only love I've ever known
Except for the stage, which I also call home, when I'm not
Servin' up God in a burnt coffee pot for the Triad
Hello, it's the most famous woman you know on the iPad
Calling from beyond the grave, I just wanna say, "Hi, Dad"
I've been tearing up town in my fucking white gown
Like a goddamn near sociopath
Shaking my ass is the only thing that's
Got this black narcissist off my back
She couldn't care less, and I never cared more
So there's no more to say about that
Except hope is a dangerous thing for a woman like me to have
Hope is a dangerous thing for a woman with my past
There's a new revolution, a loud evolution that I saw
Born of confusion and quiet collusion of which mostly I've known
A modern day woman with a weak constitution, 'cause I've got
Monsters still under my bed that I could never fight off
A gatekeeper carelessly dropping the keys on my nights off
I've been tearing around in my fucking nightgown
24/7 Sylvia Plath
Writing in blood on your walls
'Cause the ink in my pen don't look good in my pad
They write that I'm happy, they know that I'm not
But at best, you can see I'm not sad
But hope is a dangerous thing for a woman like me to have
Hope is a dangerous thing for a woman like me to have
Hope is a dangerous thing for a woman like me to have
But I have it
Yeah, I have it
Yeah, I have it
I have
How could pen put to paper
What pen doesn't wish to feel
For pen doesn't wish to spill
Holds ink as if ink will heal
Holding on for dear life
Ink does
Hold pen together
Sticky and thick
Texture
Glue
Colour
Black
Not black as in bad
The way eye has been trained to see
Absence of light
And feel fear instead of delight
Pen knows ink will hold
Heat and warm
Keep nice at night
Ways people did before
Ink cant hurt when held inside
Water meets ink
Ink loses power
Water controls ink
Now pen decides
More of a reflection
Of what pen hides
For ink spills
Ink spills
From holes
Like rivers go
Ink dribbles down leg
Like trousers flow
Ink spills
Time is finished here
Prize won
Pen don't know how this begun
But now pen lets ink fill
Tipped over
Slightly bent
Pen chooses for what it has
No right to choose
Nor consent
Say yes or no
But now pen yes
Cartridge insert
Insert cartridge
Writing begun
Web is spun
Pen thinks 'marvellous'
Feels fun
But ink spills
Pen later sees
Ink as black
Black as in bad
The way eye has been trained to see
Absence of light
And feel fear instead of delight
As in pen feels softness
But no familiarity in sight
Darkness but not night
As in pen feels black
As in ink is black
And pen is black
For what is
Pen without ink
And ink without pen
For how can one separate
Pen from ink
Ink from pen
Ink from ink
Pen from pen
Ink from pen
Pen from ink
How could pen put to paper
What pen doesn't wish to feel
For pen doesn't wish to spill
Holds ink as if ink will heal
If paper holds
What pen no longer
Wants to hold
Did ink spill?
How could pen put to paper
What pen doesn't wish to feel
For pen doesn't wish to spill
Holds ink as if ink will heal
Holding on for dear life
Ink does
Hold pen together
Sticky and thick
Texture
Glue
Colour
Black
Not black as in bad
The way eye has been trained to see
Absence of light
And feel fear instead of delight
Pen knows ink will hold
Heat and warm
Keep nice at night
Ways people did before
Ink cant hurt when held inside
Water meets ink
Ink loses power
Water controls ink
Now pen decides
More of a reflection
Of what pen hides
For ink spills
Ink spills
From holes
Like rivers go
Ink dribbles down leg
Like trousers flow
Ink spills
Time is finished here
Prize won
Pen don't know how this begun
But now pen lets ink fill
Tipped over
Slightly bent
Pen chooses for what it has
No right to choose
Nor consent
Say yes or no
But now pen yes
Cartridge insert
Insert cartridge
Writing begun
Web is spun
Pen thinks 'marvellous'
Feels fun
But ink spills
Pen later sees
Ink as black
Black as in bad
The way eye has been trained to see
Absence of light
And feel fear instead of delight
As in pen feels softness
But no familiarity in sight
Darkness but not night
As in pen feels black
As in ink is black
And pen is black
For what is
Pen without ink
And ink without pen
For how can one separate
Pen from ink
Ink from pen
Ink from ink
Pen from pen
Ink from pen
Pen from ink
How could pen put to paper
What pen doesn't wish to feel
For pen doesn't wish to spill
Holds ink as if ink will heal
If paper holds
What pen no longer
Wants to hold
Did ink spill?
That's sickly clean
This mild and meek I could launch it with a poker
No danger for a weekend It opens its mouth
There's no words, just a squeak I could launch it with a poker
No joker for a weekday
Bing bong the weekday
Bing bong no danger
Here goes a sweet freak
How many fools do you get in school
In an English county classroom
All the things going on inside your billbong
There's no room its just pure art room
You try very hard to get that right
To imitate some kind of life form
A matter of fact without and tact
You can go on back you
Shouldn't have been burn
Diggers mothers switch on the cooker
Get the hillbillies down
Set out to bugger
Sweet freak pen and ink
How do you make a bulldog think
Happy Christmas I said
Not to speak then
Happy Christmas whens its next week then
And you swear you naughty meat head
What sleeps in your bed Is got to be a Greek ted
How many fools do you get in a school
In an english county
All the things going on inside your built bomb
There's no room
Its just pure art room
Its dangerous to let the freaky dink in Chopper up, cooker,
Give me some more smother
I cant stand the thought of the dwarf bein a mother
Is this love, man, its pure hate
If you put it on the table
It'll be to late
Is this love, man
No, its pure hate
It cant be more simple
Its there on a plate Is this love man
No it ain't.
Goddammit he will (he's)
Mentally ill from Amityville
I get lifted and spin 'til I'm half-twisted
Feet planted and stand with a grin full of chapped lipstick
Pen full of ink, think sinful and rap sick shit
Shrink, pencil me in for my last visit
Drink gin 'til my chin's full of splashed whiskers
Hash, whiskey and ash 'til I slap bitches
Ask Bizzy, he's been here the past six years
Mash with me again and imagine this (he's)
Mentally ill from Amityville (he'll)
Accidentally kill your family still
Thinkin' he won't?
Nick, you know ain't nothin' changed, but my wink
Pink on pink, everyting in-sync
I write pretty lyrics, every pen pink ink
I'm representin' all my girls, niggas double up
I don't play around, I'ma have to shut her down
Run up into town, I'ma have to get the crown
I'm that Young Queens bitch, with the platinum sound
Can't none of ya girls can steal my shine
Fendi schooled me to the game, now I'm in my prime
Stay humble, stay low, stay on the grind
I don't need a light, but I stay in the lime
When I tell 'em that I'm cumin' I'm cumin'
Rap bitches in the game always huffin' and puffin'
Damn, why these bitches always frontin' for nothin'?
I got no feelings within (ayy)
I keep that shit in my pen (ink)
Ink bleed on the paper and nothin' but feelings was in it ('side)
I wasn't gon' fuck with her no more but I did it again
I hit it again, I quit it again (uh)
See they feeling the kid (oh)
Yeah, I'm in it to win
Cut the high off the foreign (the foreign)
Now I'm feelin' the win (yeah)
My lil' YG's be movin' dumb, gotta get them to see it (for real)
Rob you and murk you for your shit, just be killin' to sin (uh)
I smoke blacks, only on Percs it be kickin' it in
Told you, "I love you" way back then, I don't know if I did
And I ain't gotta do too much, lil' mama, you know I'm the shit (you know)
And I'm dyin' with my gang, fuck who we goin' against
Are you ridin' with me?
And I sound like an infant
Feeling like the very last drops of an ink pen
A greater woman stays cool
But I howl like a wolf at the moon
And I look unstable
Gathered with a coven 'round a sorceress' table
A greater woman has faith
But even statues crumble if they're made to wait
I'm so afraid I sealed my fate
No sign of soulmates
I'm just a paperweight in shades of greige
Spending my last coin so someone will tell me it'll be okay
Ooh
Ooh
Ooh
Ooh
Please, I've been on my knees
Change the prophecy
Don't want money
Just someone who wants my company
Let it once be me
Who do I have to speak to
About if they can redo the prophecy?
Am I correct to defend the fist that holds this pen?
It's ink that lies,
the pen, the page, the paper.
I live, I learn.
You will always take what i have earned.
Watch you dancing underground
it's not to synchronizing sound
What'cha you gonna do when your money comes through
gonna look about, shop around
Your best friend has moved away
wouldn't stay another day
What's he gonna do when his words run out
and there's nothing left to say
(chorus)
You're putting your smiling face
and you're dressing up with style and grace
but your tears you just can't hide
Now you're wondering what to wear
cutting off your long black hair
What'cha you gonna do when the money comes through
gonna buy yourself a silver spear
You say exactly what you think
battles with your pen and ink
What'cha you gonna do when the tide has turned
well i hope that you won't sink
(REPEAT CHORUS)
See you stepping high and dry
dressed in blue so you won't cry
What'cha you gonna do when he comes out
gonna make up your own mind
(REPEAT CHORUS)
tears you just can't hide
tears you just can't hide
tears you just can't hide
tears you just can't hide
tears you just can't hide
no, no, tears you just can't hide
Dat bitch, I'm rollin' an' strokin'
An' jokin' an' workin'
I'm dat bitch, the one that'll shut her mouth
That'll keep it on the low, what I'm all about
Dat bitch, when I'm on the run, she give me a gun
Hide me out at her father's house
Dat bitch, that'll give me brain when I'm thinkin'
Dat bitch, that's makin' me more insane than a ink pen
Dat bitch, Doc need a real bitch for this gorilla
Rilla, rilla, rilla
Dat bitch, the one that'll shut her mouth
That'll keep it on the low, what I'm all about
Dat bitch, when I'm on the run, she give me a gun
Hide me out at her momma's house
Dat bitch, that'll give me brain when I'm thinkin'
Dat bitch, that's makin' me more insane than a ink pen
Dat bitch, Doc need a real bitch for this gorilla
Rilla, rilla, rilla
Hey, you're the only one for me
Reggie Noble, keep it gangsta
She's the one, she's the one, only one
Hey, lives her life, pays the price
When she keeps it gangsta
Truth is, I'm taking a step back and taking some time to think.
I've just got to express myself with this pen and ink.
Because I've got something left to say.
This means all the world to me. These words never let me down.
The moths at the window,
They can see the light.
The crickets crick in the dark.
My pen runs out of ink,
As I start to write
The feelings that are in my heart.
This headache won't subside;
I've got you on my mind tonight.
Barrels of ink blood spill from your pen
Barrels of ink blood spill from your pen
Barrels of ink blood spill from your pen
Barrels of ink blood spill from your
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