Watsky — Ink Dont Bleed

[Verse 1: Watsky] Some got hits about the racks that they earn Say, there's Benjamins and Jacksons in their pockets to burn But when they shoot the video, producers pass around a bucket Full of rented jewelry for them to rock and return I know a straight edge rapper who acts like a sheep herder A vegan on the mic, who's screaming that meat's murder But when everybody's sleeping, he be creeping Slugging back the whiskey, hating himself and sneaking a cheeseburger There's a pop idol at the top of the charts And when her record's being cut, she's on the beach in St. Bart's While a session singer, who didn't have the face to make it Signs a nondisclosure agreement and belts out her parts It's hard, 'cause I got bars that are big-uppin' Woody Allen But maybe he's a predator who's digging in his talons There's a balance, and often I don't know how to feel In a fake and tainted world, seek the real [Chorus: Anderson .Paak] Now, I can't change the past, but A man's gotta man up It's hard to believe, tch Sometimes, I get the best of me Now, I'm doing what I can, but I'm a man, not a damn chump I can say it if you need But I'd rather let the ink bleed [Verse 2: Watsky] We dismiss our heroes' skeletons, no matter how grim My fans saying, "I'd be honored to be injured by him" Well, fam', this branch is thin, but I'll go out on a limb To say she didn't love her ulna poking out of her skin Being pumped full of morphine and tied to machines They cut off my jeans, I heard her in the ambulance scream She's in school to do tattoos and might've had nerve damage So it could've cost a girl a chance at her dream Meanwhile, he pops painkillers until the dude is numb Knew I was a stupidass, just not that I'm a ruthless one Youth is easily influenced, so should you be rooting for me If I touch a thousand lives, but on the way, I ruin some? The rule of thumb is "All publicity is your advantage" But human lives are not collateral damage Bandage the wounded, then vanish, blank as the newest of canvases When they zoom in the cameras, give them the truth [Chorus: Anderson .Paak] Now, I can't change the past, but A man's gotta man up It's hard to believe, tch Sometimes, I get the best of me Now, I'm doing what I can, but I'm a man, not a damn chump I can say it if you need But I'd rather let the ink bleed [Verse 3: Watsky] Megachurch leaders sleeping with male hookers Mayors hitting crack pipes with their cookers Each week, a crooked politician gets caught We're not shocked when they're cheaters—these days, we're shocked when they're not Are they the person you thought if they're perfect and hot? Often, we blame the victim; scoffing—"They deserve what they got" Actors sweep it under the rug and resume with the plot But they're amateurs, and we can see the boom in the shot If perception is reality, then this could be a shocker I've done my share of fucked-up things that didn't get on Gawker Lots of tiny indiscretions way beyond the public eye That, if you saw, would probably out me as a complicated guy Mike says you got to separate the person from the art But if the art's about that person, you can't pull 'em apart So you better watch the choices that you're making now, because They aren't something that matter, they're the only thing that does [Refrain: Watsky] Everything they say conflicts with everything I do But I must admit I did it, so I guess it might be true Everything they say conflicts with everything I do But I must admit I did it, so I guess it might be true Everything they say conflicts with everything I do But I must admit I did it, so I guess it might be true Everything they say conflicts with everything I do But I must admit I did it, so I guess it might be true