Verse
Sweat drips on the mic like it's bleeding time
Ink blots on my page where the doubts come to line
Two a.m., streets sleep quiet still
I'm wide awake writing the life I will
Paper worn thin from all the drafts
Pens keep running out of ink, but that's facts
Block don't care if you're tired or if it's cold
It just wants your words till they turn to gold
I wrote a novel in my head by age 16
Now the novel's finished and nobody's seen
Pre-Chorus
What's it for? Is this gonna be enough?
Every word I write, is it worth my love?
Can I get paid with just an honest line?
Or do I need the whole story to shine
Chorus
Sweat and ink, sweat and ink
If you're chasing words, then let 'em drink
Sweat and ink, sweat and ink
Every page turned over brings a little of me in
Sweat and ink, sweat and ink
This is the currency I use to think
Verse
Drops fall on my pen like it's trying to tell
The only way to know if you're done is when you sell
Roommates moved out, left me with nothing but debt
But I still keep writing 'cause that's all I've got
Grandma taught me how to thread a needle right
Now the whole room smells like paper burning bright
Some of these lines gonna make it into gold
But some of them stay locked in this room, old
Pre-Chorus
What's it for? Is this gonna be enough?
Every word I write, is it worth my love?
Can I get paid with just an honest line?
Or do I need the whole story to shine
Chorus
Sweat and ink, sweat and ink
If you're chasing words, then let 'em drink
Sweat and ink, sweat and ink
Every page turned over brings a little of me in
Sweat and ink, sweat and ink
This is the currency I use to think
Bridge
Maybe it's not just about getting paid
Maybe this is how I keep from going mad
So I keep writing even when nobody reads
Not for them but because these words need breath
Sometimes a story gets too loud in my chest
I have to let it out before the rest of me forgets
Outro
Sweat and ink, sweat and ink
This is how the pages turn
