​samarchy - Dry ink

〈verse 1〉
And to say a little bit about myself
I began as a young one
Taking in the knowledge, what i learnt in the bright sun
Knowing what i'm into, writing up a survey
Sleeping on my birthday, i was always turning
Made a new dimension, landed in detention
Mastermind behind the words that i could never mention
It didn’t seem possible to me (uh, uh, uh, uh)
That i could be creative and live inside a dream
That i made for the world that i know how i’ve always been alleviated
And a personality was not to be created
So they act a little misty
When i joinеd them at a party, tryna get a little tipsy
Oh, i’m gonna gеt it tonight
With a joint at the end and i’m gonna light it up (uh)
Mess around for a fuck
Lemme know if you down, i'mma know whereabouts we can go

〈hook〉
Don’t you listen to the music that i make ma'
Pissing off the people, heard it through the grape vine
Haven’t sold a soul, not listening to satan
Coming into class and never acting patient
Don’t you listen to the music that i make ma'
Pissing off the people, heard it through the grape vine
Haven’t sold a soul, not listening to satan
Coming into class and never acting patient
〈verse 2〉
Because they put me in the goal but never aimed it at the net (at the net)
Between decisions i was always on the fence
Never cared for a follower, all the numbers i reject
And i’m writing on a mic, dry ink on my test
Don’t you listen to the music that i make ma'
Pissing off the people, heard it through the grape vine
Haven’t sold a soul, not listening to satan
Coming into class and never acting patient, yeah

〈outro〉
You’re listening to me right now
So don’t stop, yeah