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Pushin' Ink
Zebede
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I met a boy in Bushwick
And he taught me how to paint
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He moved his hands on my body
Like the motion of the ink, baby
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When I asked him if he loved me
He said that was causing a waste
I know my mind is a strain
But you know I've got to stay
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But I remember, I remember
I got a boy back home, back home
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If I was his inspiration
You know he'd be my muse
No, no, no, no, no, no
So, you know this love is kinda twisted
And it's got me all confused
Oh, no, no, no, no
Said I remember, I remember
I got a boy back home, back home
So, I met a boy in Bushwick
And he taught me how to paint
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He moved his hands on my body
Like the motion of the ink, baby
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So, I remember, oh, said I remember
I got a boy back home, back home, baby
Oh, no, no, no, said I remember, I remember, yeah
I got a boy back home, back home, so
Because the city's got me feeling fine, up all night, drinking wine
Procrastinating things I can't imagine is sublime
And I know another day, another life, another time
Will re-enact this love affair and there should be no crime
The guilt I feel protrudes the love my mind can't get a word in
But when I'm with you, it feels so good, I think of what I'm learning
To love and laugh and hold a man, the things that I've been yearning
But across the pond, I have a boy and Lord knows I can't hurt him
I think about you every day when I see something pretty
I'll take a minute, grin and laugh and then real life will hit me
'Cause you're not here and that is fact
And in some way, I deal with that
Don't you know if I could, I'd never ever take you back
New York was my lover but Bushwick is my home
And when I think about you, boy, I don't feel so alone
All good things come with patience and patience, I don't have
But I'd wait the years and days and months to give you all I have
Woah, oh no, oh no, oh no
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So, I met a boy in Bushwick
And he taught me how to paint
Don't you know he did? Don't you know he did? Yeah, yeah, yeah
He moved his hands on my body, baby
Like the motion of the ink, baby
Oh, then he moved it down and around and around, baby, no
I met a boy in Bushwick, baby
And he taught me how to paint, baby, no
Don't you know he did? Don't you know he did? Yeah, yeah, yeah
He moved his hands on my body, baby
Like the motion of the ink, baby, no
Then he taught me how to love, baby, no, no, no, no
He moved his hands on my body
Like the motion of the ink
Ooh, no, no, no, ooh, no, no, no
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