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singing
Let's start singing
Let's start singing
Let's deform the words
To make a song
You're not alone
So let's jump
Ink runs on my skin
I can feel it
Ink

the poisonous ink
I made this grave my own
Breathe me in, take me home
The needle held the screams
The nightmares buried dreams
If I could start again
And make it

in pink
She speaks to her diary
And writes in ink
She loves cowboys
And wears perfume
She lives in stilettos
And hates flat shoes
She lives in

You can find my place around the dive bar alleys
Under the dusky lights my shop lies
Just hoot my name and I'll let you in
I'll put some ink on your

meet my bitter end!"

I don't know what I could've missed
I made a list and checked it twice
You'd think invisible ink would hide my face
I don't see

It's okay, I spilled a bottle of ink
A bottle of ink
A bottle of ink
It's okay, I spilled a bottle of ink
And it went all over the table

So I went

hiç duymadım
Düşünmedim ki inanmayı

Yeni ink yeni ink tenimde
Saati parçaladım çekiçle
On ikilik viski elimde
Kırılır şişeler zeminde

Anlamı yok

fades away like some ink on a page

Undertow
Pulls me deeper
Lose myself as I get dragged away

I live inside these walls
Slowly closing in
Silence fills

Francisco diver
Fill the holes and the blanks
Using white ink

San Francisco diver
Fill the holes and the blanks
Using white ink

Woah oh oh

The man who fell

touch
And it felt like home 
I did what any rational person would do 

Yeah I got a white ink tattoo of his name 
So I could feel him on my body any time

walked my shoestrings
All frayed it's all straight the ruling
Favors this labor the looseleaf
Painted engraved that tattoo ink
Miles that I've walked my

creator

I need something greater for me
I don't plagiarize these papers
This is purely my ink
Anguished so I plead, plead, plead, plead
I just pray to be

face
You wish that I was out of sight
The marks you make are here to stay
But I can turn them into something nice

Let the ink on my skin
Match the ink

Hook: 
Money in the Bank (That’s Gangsta) 
Level up ya Rank (That’s Gangsta)
Making paper with the ink (That’s Gangsta) 
Give a fuck what you think

Hidden Ink:
Written By: JonPaul L. Feliciano

Intro:
Uh, yeah (x2)
It’s Ruhk Bishop

Chorus:
I came a long way since that baby steppa in the 7th

and Lower Wage
Keep Us In A Fiscal Cage
Cleaning Up The Blocks
With Blankets Full Of Small Pox
Thank all the Nazis
That Run ink! coffee
Kamikaze Latte
Fuck

Carve the ink into my skin
Till the pain goes away
Mister, will you begin
Life it comes it ebbs and flows
Like a river
After the deep winters snow

but I wrote in ink, I can't twist the plot
And you remember that Letter To Myself, I threw away the key, can't even break the lock
I'm always getting

Why are you so puckered up
You bled your ink on the concordat
Now's not the time to be chagrined
What did you not comprehend
If you back out I won't

must be a pro!
You’ll be flamed with fires of hell
The Dancing Demon’s bringing heat
I’ll resurrect the flow and turn my
Pen into an Ink Machine your

Bookends, or ink pens, or false friends of old dogs and diamond rings

I'm having trouble now with finding what to say
Ink and watercolors tend to bleed right

both the paper and the pen when it is dripping ink
I channel nature when I rap that synchronicity
I'm every flavour now combined into infinity
I am my

sink
Forever immortal in ink
Forever immortal in ink
Forever immortal in ink
Forever immortal in ink
Your face just won't fade from my mind
Please don't

are unsteady but surely I'm able
Of cracking your cage and
Setting your rage free
I'll replace you if you betray me!

Ink hath, runneth over