Pushin' Ink - Zebede: Song Lyrics, Music Videos & Concerts

Pushin' Ink

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R&B/Soul

Pushin' Ink was released on November 15, 2019 by ZEBEDE as a part of the album Zebede - EP

Song Details

AlbumZebede - EP

Release DateNovember 15, 2019

LabelZEBEDE

LanguageEnglish

Melodicness

Acousticness

Valence

Danceability

Energy

BPM71

OVERVIEW

LYRICS

Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS

Zebede

Performer

COMPOSITION & LYRICS

Max Ashbee

Songwriter

Charlie Dauber

Songwriter

Leah Rose Cleaver

Leah Rose Cleaver

Songwriter

Michael Jones

Songwriter

Henry Coombes

Songwriter

Lyrics

I met a boy in Bushwick

And he taught me how to paint

He moved his hands on my body

Like the motion of the ink, baby

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

But I remember, I remember

I got a boy back home, back home

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

He moved his hands on my body

Like the motion of the ink, baby

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

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

Written by: Charlie Dauber, Henry Coombes, Leah Rose Cleaver, Max Ashbee, Michael Jones

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