Graphic Bleed Outs (feat. Melanie Charles & Merrill Garbus)

One delivered the cut

Then begged please do not spill out

Every word sincere as all get out

When hicccups turn to spit ups you Linda blaring the shit out

Fam turn to foes, all-nighters turn into sit-outs

You used to be beside now when tables turning you bid ounced

Not all Solange moments get caught on camera

We got backs like Bayer

The easy rinse away bound to partner pain like Nair

Part Indian mama tried to halt the rain with prayer

The b-line between sentence and seance in sage filled rooms

Still couldn't consume beams from the exposed moons

Once one delivers the cut

At awe with the gauze it took to bring pause

The horror, the horror, the scars that shook to the core

Once thought a gift from the gods you mistook for amor

Most end up right with the Lord, or end up seeking Allah

A faith in leaders abroad easier than believing in this **** or that broad

'Cause ultimately all flawed

The thief who greets burlap sack full of hearts

He wishes he could pawn, but they still beat while apart, now that's a living soul

Collabos with the shadows and dance routines with the ghosts

'Cause not that many mistreatments get deleted in post

So folks carry heat besides the seat at all costs

Some get 'em cremated some get em laminated, it's a toss

I've seen the crossroads of hood and goth the foot in jaw

The tag no take backs

My man plays out the gates

Some bliss, some play it straight

Once one delivers the cut

Its the cut

You knew me best and so you hurt me the worst

You slid the knife inside my lungs 'til they burst

You cut me like a knife, cut me like a knife

Oh, what happened to us?

Oh, what happened to us?

Oh, my love, what a cut, what a cut, what a cut

Slid in wherever soft 'til my heart burst, oh

You cut me like a knife, cut me like a knife

Yo, friends turn to villains and feelings turn into drinks

Some fetishized the drama

The armor covered in chinks

The weight of this world I fed and had to tug ten folds

The weatherman in green the newsroom is cluttered in info

The wrong words heard by the heart can weather your skin folds

To have your black cracking regretting times you was involved

But know, wounds heal, but scarred arms grow

Rain drops from sunlit skies, clouds float

The IOUs and I know I, but yous we wrote

No golden rule within so many cools we broke

To quote a wise man in ways no wiser than me

Whose oats were sowed and sold out he sifts through pictures of peace

Don't let 'em sell your soul and stay faithful loving and grief

Let it out and if need be let it be

Don't blow with the whens, wherevers. and whats

Some openings never shut once one delivers the cut

You knew me best and so you hurt me the worst

You slid the knife inside my lungs 'til they burst, oh

You cut me like a knife, cut me like a knife

Oh, what happened to us?

Oh, my love, what will happen to us?

Oh, my love, what a cut, what a cut, what a cut

Oh, my love, what the fuck, what the fuck, what the fuck

You cut me like a knife, a knife