Ink Don’t Bleed Watsky (Ft. Anderson .Paak)

[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