Blood In The Cut
K.Flay Lyrics
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He might be fucking her right now
I don't have an apartment
Thought if I was smart I'd make it far
But I'm still at the start
Guess I'm contagious it'd be safest if you ran
Fuck that's what they all just end up doing in the end
Take my car and paint it black
Take my arm, break it in half
Say something, do it soon
It's too quiet in this room
I need noise
I need the buzz of a sub
Need the crack of a whip
Need some blood in the cut
I need noise
I need the buzz of a sub
Need the crack of a whip
Need some blood in the cut
I need blood in the cut
I need blood in the cut
Met back up with the boy I love
Cried on the streets of San Francisco
I don't have an agenda
All I do is pretend to be ok so my friends
Can't see my heart in the blender
Lately, I've been killing all my time
Reading through your messages my favorite way to die
Take my head and kick it in
Break some bread for all my sins
Say a word, do it soon
It's too quiet in this room
I need noise
I need the buzz of a sub
Need the crack of a whip
Need some blood in the cut
I need noise
I need the buzz of a sub
Need the crack of a whip
Need some blood in the cut
I need blood in the cut
I need blood in the cut
Cut
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I need noise
I need the buzz of a sub
Need the crack of a whip
Need some blood in the cut
I need noise
I need the buzz of a sub
Need the crack of a whip
Need some blood in the cut
I need blood in the cut
I need blood in the cut
"Blood in the Cut" by K.Flay is a song about heartache, frustration, and anger. The first verse starts with the singer admitting that the boy she loves has another girl and might be with her at the moment. She then reveals that she doesn't have her own place yet, despite her aspirations of making it big. She feels like her situation is contagious and that it would be best for anyone close to her to run away. However, she acknowledges that no matter what, people always end up leaving her in the end. She urgently demands some action and noise to fill the silent room and break her out of her distress. The chorus repeats this need for noise, the buzz of a sub, the crack of a whip, and some blood in the cut to feel alive and escape the pain.
The second verse starts with the singer meeting with the boy she loves and crying in the streets of San Francisco. She admits that she has no actual plan or agenda, and that she only pretends to be okay so that her friends won't see her shattered heart. She confesses that she spends her time reading through his messages, which has become her favorite way to die. She then demands some kind of reckoning, asking for her head to be kicked in and some bread to be broken for her sins. Again, she begs for someone to say something, anything, to break the suffocating silence.
Overall, "Blood in the Cut" is a raw and emotionally charged song that deals with heartbreak and the urge for catharsis through noise and violence.
Line by Line Meaning
The boy I love's got another girl
The person I love is with someone else
He might be fucking her right now
He could be having sex with her at the moment
I don't have an apartment
I am currently without a place to live
Thought if I was smart I'd make it far
I believed that if I was intelligent, I would be successful
But I'm still at the start
However, I am still at the beginning
Guess I'm contagious it'd be safest if you ran
I am toxic and it would be better for you to leave me
Fuck that's what they all just end up doing in the end
But that is what everyone ends up doing eventually
Take my car and paint it black
Steal my car and paint it a darker color
Take my arm, break it in half
Physically harm me by breaking my arm
Say something, do it soon
Speak or take some sort of action quickly
It's too quiet in this room
The silence is deafening
I need noise
I require sound or stimulation
I need the buzz of a sub
I crave the powerful sound of a subwoofer
Need the crack of a whip
I desire the sharp sound of a whip cracking
Need some blood in the cut
I want to feel the pain of a wound
Met back up with the boy I love
I saw the person I love again
Cried on the streets of San Francisco
I wept in public in San Francisco
I don't have an agenda
I have no specific plan or goal
All I do is pretend to be ok so my friends
All I do is fake being alright so that my friends
Can't see my heart in the blender
Won't be able to see how broken and churned up I feel inside
Lately, I've been killing all my time
Recently, I've been wasting a lot of my time
Reading through your messages my favorite way to die
Reading your messages is my preferred method of emotional self-destruction
Take my head and kick it in
Kick my head or beat me until I am injured or dead
Break some bread for all my sins
Offer some sort of peace offering or atonement for my sins
Say a word, do it soon
Say or do something quickly
Cut
Short break in the song
Na na na na na
Melodic sound
I need noise
I require sound or stimulation
I need the buzz of a sub
I crave the powerful sound of a subwoofer
Need the crack of a whip
I desire the sharp sound of a whip cracking
Need some blood in the cut
I want to feel the pain of a wound
I need blood in the cut
I require the sensation of blood and pain
Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group, Warner Chappell Music, Inc.
Written by: KRISTINE FLAHERTY, JUSTIN THOMAS DALY, KRISTINE MEREDITH FLAHERTY
Lyrics Licensed & Provided by LyricFind
@amiratilly5900
@maxresdefault those 14 year olds actually generate revenue for artists - if the ONLY thing they comment is the name of the popular television show that brought them here? It's an exponentially more valuable contribution than whatever "not Terrible" delusion of literary grandeur your bitch rant "commentaries" add.
Hope you're actually buying the albums of these songs you "love?" Actually earning your keep? Not just another part of the free-rider problem?
The 14-year-olds are in the algorithm's driver's seat, running so many circles around your relative lack of meaningful engagement they're paying for the free-riders.
Want to play "Intellectual?" Get off yt and go pay for college. Try to keep up.
#Sabrina #BojackHorseman #GoodGirls #Forza
@moonshadowsmusic
BLOOD IN THE CUT SONGTEXT
The boy I love's got another girl
He might be fucking her right now
I don't have an apartment
Thought if I was smart I'd make it far
But I'm still at the start
Guess I'm contagious it'd be safest if you ran
Fuck that's what they all just end up doing in the end
Take my car and paint it black
Take my arm, break it in half
Say something, do it soon
It's too quiet in this room
I need noise
I need the buzz of a sub
Need the crack of a whip
Need some blood in the cut
Met back up with the boy I love
Cried on the streets of San Francisco
I don't have an agenda
All I do is pretend to be ok so my friends
Can't see my heart in the blender
Lately, I've been killing all my time
Reading through your messages my favorite way to die
Take my head and kick it in
Break some bread for all my sins
Say a word, do it soon
It's too quiet in this room
I need noise
I need the buzz of a sub
Need the crack of a whip
Need some blood in the cut
@ddyololol
“Those voices... they go away, right?”
@byventrex7597
right??
@obliviousotterI
Yep.
@KINGofkings49er
..."Yeah" ....
@myunhealthyobsession5102
Every episode of Bojack ending puts you in such an existential dread sort of state
@worldprinces13
fuck dude that's what brought me here also... only song i heard at the end of an episode that made me go 'i need to listen to this' :D
@BNKbeatz
a colab with grandson would be sooo sick!
@Sophia-pf2du
i'd kill to hear thattt
@vedantharwani9278
Omg yes
@Scriblyn
Yyyeaah!!