CUT (interlude)

Ain't it funny how she cuttin corners, always wanna be around

I just want some cutty, shit then cut me out

Always kept an open heart, I ain't know I was this bloody

Fill the wound with dirt, put top soil on your wrist, buddy

I was never cut first, the barber's friend always in front of me

I guess it's who you cut, not how you cut

And if your ass ain't up in a bag, you ain't gotta cut

Body one, body two, razor under my tongue

Can talk like I got bodies too, shit everybody does

Every time my life is going smooth, director yelling cut