Black Ink (Live)
The little streets feel like there is someone
Just like the thought of you still gives me goosebumps
Let me bum one before the sun
Makes me wanna wipe you off my forehead
A little torch doesn't mean we're matching
Just like a lot of clothes don't make a dressed king
Guess who had to make my chest into a fresco
With black ink
A little pose does not mean you're Voguing
Just like the thinker without Rodin
Would not let me see the face of a comedy
By the name hell is you and me
A little day for better could bring worse
Just like the road to Rome without Brutus
Would never tell me
What is a family
Silence and breakfast treats
Walk away from my body It's hanging on
Holding onto a habit
Or have a bit
May be good for this
Friend that was that
One to sit back and
Wait till he got it
I'm in a rush and I have a bitta
Time left on these feet
Bring me another one
Can't do it different
Want to repeat that time I was just listening
To you
Silent and breaking a glass
Over my head over our past
Last time on an afternoon
Hold me I'm cold
Bring me a spoon
Warm me up
With another one of those scarves
Never really wanted to be so far
Well your heart just needed to take a five
Give me a better line
Pure and just only mine
Just like the thought of you still gives me goosebumps
Let me bum one before the sun
Makes me wanna wipe you off my forehead
A little torch doesn't mean we're matching
Just like a lot of clothes don't make a dressed king
Guess who had to make my chest into a fresco
With black ink
A little pose does not mean you're Voguing
Just like the thinker without Rodin
Would not let me see the face of a comedy
By the name hell is you and me
A little day for better could bring worse
Just like the road to Rome without Brutus
Would never tell me
What is a family
Silence and breakfast treats
Walk away from my body It's hanging on
Holding onto a habit
Or have a bit
May be good for this
Friend that was that
One to sit back and
Wait till he got it
I'm in a rush and I have a bitta
Time left on these feet
Bring me another one
Can't do it different
Want to repeat that time I was just listening
To you
Silent and breaking a glass
Over my head over our past
Last time on an afternoon
Hold me I'm cold
Bring me a spoon
Warm me up
With another one of those scarves
Never really wanted to be so far
Well your heart just needed to take a five
Give me a better line
Pure and just only mine
Credits
Writer(s): Elena Todorova
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