[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 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
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 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
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