Ink Don't 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