Watsky, Anderson .Paak - Ink Don't Bleed lyrics

Some got hit's 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

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

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

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

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
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