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Ink Video (MV)




Performed By: Syrup
Length: 1:33
Written by: Nethanel Abramovich




Syrup - Ink Lyrics




Got a teardrop imposed on my wrist in cold black, supposed to remind me that
I work for myself, sweat, bleed and shed tears for my health
One fist for the peers, another one for my wealth

Lately i'm a disappointment to friends
Thought process disjointed again
Safe to say i'm on a decline
Sadly i'ma have to ask to move this appointment to later
Have to say i'm impressed by the bends but i don't seem to get any straighter
Have to state, this isn't a hotline
Don't ask if you don't know the answer
And don't talk if you don't mind
And don't claim you're on both sides
Cause i don't f*ck with that attitude
Atta brodie, let em know what the panic do
The attic dude, addict for getting to high altitudes
I move quick, but silent, like the felons do, hella cool

So i
Got a teardrop imposed on my wrist in cold black, supposed to remind me that
I work for myself, sweat, bleed and shed tears for my health
One fist for the peers, another one for my wealth
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Got a teardrop imposed on my wrist in cold black, supposed to remind me that
I work for myself, sweat, bleed and shed tears for my health
One fist for the peers, another one for my wealth

Lately i'm a disappointment to friends
Thought process disjointed again
Safe to say i'm on a decline
Sadly i'ma have to ask to move this appointment to later
Have to say i'm impressed by the bends but i don't seem to get any straighter
Have to state, this isn't a hotline
Don't ask if you don't know the answer
And don't talk if you don't mind
And don't claim you're on both sides
Cause i don't f*ck with that attitude
Atta brodie, let em know what the panic do
The attic dude, addict for getting to high altitudes
I move quick, but silent, like the felons do, hella cool

So i
Got a teardrop imposed on my wrist in cold black, supposed to remind me that
I work for myself, sweat, bleed and shed tears for my health
One fist for the peers, another one for my wealth
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Writer: Nethanel Abramovich
Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid

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