Dried Ink

Ink dried up on my quill
Distilled liquor to fuel my skills
I've spilt the drinks to feel a thrill
Universe is spinning, nothing's real
Lucifer is speaking to me
He asks me what it means to truly be free
And I replied so credibly that freedom is my destiny

Now I'm running it back
And I'm fast, kinda smashed
Now I'm moving my ass
And I'm past moving plastic into the bags
And I sat in the back with the tar on the tags
Stand correct when you talk with the best
No flex just stare at the check
Wrong move and I'm snapping your neck
Your chest wet from the tears that you sweat
You want to win this game, I want to win the rest

Ink dried up on my quill
Distilled liquor to fuel my skills
I've spilt the drinks to feel a thrill
Universe is spinning, nothing's real
Lucifer is speaking to me
He asks me what it means to truly be free
And I replied so credibly that freedom is my destiny



Credits
Writer(s): Griffin Strier
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