​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