My INK
My INK is all I need, what makes me feel complete
Yeah it hurts like hell but at times it feels sweet
The pain is just minor, the memory is for life
Unless you regret your tat and go under the laser light
It just wouldn’t be the same if I wasn’t stained
My bare skin would drive me sane and I’d feel so plain
So grab your 5 round, 7 mag, let’s rock n roll
Sleeve me up real good so none of my skin shows
Yeah it hurts like hell but at times it feels sweet
The pain is just minor, the memory is for life
Unless you regret your tat and go under the laser light
It just wouldn’t be the same if I wasn’t stained
My bare skin would drive me sane and I’d feel so plain
So grab your 5 round, 7 mag, let’s rock n roll
Sleeve me up real good so none of my skin shows
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