[Verse 1: Quelle Chris]
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

[Refrain: Quelle Chris]
Once one delivers the cut

[Verse 2: Quelle Chris]
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 n***a 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
[Refrain: Quelle Chris]
Once one delivers the cut
Its the cut

[Amazing Instrumental]

[Bridge: Merrill Garbus]
You knew me best and so you hurt me the worst
You slid the knife inside my lungs until 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 until my heart burst, oh
You cut me like a knife, cut me like a knife

[Verse 3: Quelle Chris]
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
Or have ya 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
[Outro: Merrill Garbus]
You knew me best and so you hurt me the worst
You slid the knife inside my lungs until they burst
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, cut me like a knife