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

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 nigga 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