blood ink

Blood ink that I use to write with

I'd tear off my skin for something to write on

No wonder why I make so many songs

Because nobody understands me when I talk

So, if I can't dance with you, I'll dance for you

I'll find a piece of me to sell if I can't afford you

Come on, let's get nasty, babe, let me record you

I want you all to myself, babe, I gotta hoard you

I see your eyes and I melt, I'd do whatever for you

I could love this bitch like a simp, but fuck her like a pimp

Me and this bitch too hot, whenever we link, we uppin' the temp

Boy you not like me, not in this league, no, you are not him