In regards to the meaning of this song:
Before a live performance on the EP Five Stories Falling, Geoff states “It’s about the last time I went to visit my grandmother in Columbus, and I saw that she was dying and it was the last time I was going to see her. It is about realizing how young you are, but how quickly you can go.”
That’s the thing about Geoff and his sublime poetry, you think it’s about one thing, but really it’s about something entirely different. But the lyrics are still universal and omnipresent, ubiquitous, even. So relatable. That’s one thing I love about this band. I also love their live performances, raw energy and Geoff’s beautiful, imperfectly perfect vocals. His voice soothes my aching soul.
I'm a motherfucking fool, cut the check
I'm a working motherfucker need a desk
I don't have a heart I don't even need a chest
I'm a mess, they be saying they up next that's a stretch
Hold your breath let me bow to the crowd shit I'm blessed
Well I must be, bitches want to fuck me [?] on front street
The cards on the table gin rummy
Have a blast have a ball have a motherfucking great time
Beast I'm a dog got a squad full of K-9s
I'm a motherfucking fool, cut the check
I'mma get it 'til there ain't shit left to get
No stress running suicides don't even break a sweat
I'm a threat, code red when your line get pressed
You getting fucked by your contract what the fine print says
Told you once I told you twice, I get the Lamb it's over rice
I whip the Lamb it's overpriced, the life is good the hoes are dikes
The type of shit don't happen overnight, I'm a motherfucking fool
This shit on 100 degrees, hard as fuck ain't in a rush
I let the money come to me, I'm a business man
I'm way too young to be this rich
I don't know what to do with all this shit
I'm out of control, lord can you save my soul?
How convenient, you ain't worried about shit right now
How convenient, you just tryna keep it lit right now
How convenient, screaming money over bitches right now
How convenient, bet you're feeling like the shit right now
How convenient, undefeated
Walked up in Neimans spent the sac then I'm leaving
Smoking on reefer OG reeking
Got the cops pull me over they gon' want to take the Bimmer
But I'mma do the dash beat it like Tina
And I got my nina boy you better be subpoenaed
Walked in the spot, ice on, lights on, blingin'
Someone start a fire cause it's fucking freezing
I'm high off life give me the blunt I'm a roll it
I got hot rocks I'ma let you hold it
I was posted with the hammer y'all was telling police
Now I wrestle with racks, bitch I'm Mick Foley
Shit made me go woo like Rick Florer
I mean Ric Flair bitch boy I've been player
You a bench warmer boy I've been playing
Walked up the stairs look at my shoes like them cleaner
But I shoulda worn the other ones cause them better
This shit on 100 degrees, hard as fuck ain't in a rush
I let the money come to me, I'm a business man
I'm way too young to be this rich
I don't know what to do with all this shit
I'm out of control, lord can you save my soul?
How convenient, you ain't worried about shit right not
How convenient, you just tryna keep it lit right now
How convenient, screaming money over bitches right now
How convenient, bet you're feeling like the shit right now
Cut the check
I'm a working motherfucker need a desk
I don't have a heart I don't even need a chest
I'm a mess, they be saying they up next that's a stretch
Hold your breath let me bow to the crowd shit I'm blessed
Well I must be, bitches want to fuck me [?] on front street
The cards on the table gin rummy
Have a blast have a ball have a motherfucking great time
Beast I'm a dog got a squad full of K-9s
I'm a motherfucking fool, cut the check
I'mma get it 'til there ain't shit left to get
No stress running suicides don't even break a sweat
I'm a threat, code red when your line get pressed
You getting fucked by your contract what the fine print says
Told you once I told you twice, I get the Lamb it's over rice
I whip the Lamb it's overpriced, the life is good the hoes are dikes
The type of shit don't happen overnight, I'm a motherfucking fool
This shit on 100 degrees, hard as fuck ain't in a rush
I let the money come to me, I'm a business man
I'm way too young to be this rich
I don't know what to do with all this shit
I'm out of control, lord can you save my soul?
How convenient, you ain't worried about shit right now
How convenient, you just tryna keep it lit right now
How convenient, screaming money over bitches right now
How convenient, bet you're feeling like the shit right now
How convenient, undefeated
Walked up in Neimans spent the sac then I'm leaving
Smoking on reefer OG reeking
Got the cops pull me over they gon' want to take the Bimmer
But I'mma do the dash beat it like Tina
And I got my nina boy you better be subpoenaed
Walked in the spot, ice on, lights on, blingin'
Someone start a fire cause it's fucking freezing
I'm high off life give me the blunt I'm a roll it
I got hot rocks I'ma let you hold it
I was posted with the hammer y'all was telling police
Now I wrestle with racks, bitch I'm Mick Foley
Shit made me go woo like Rick Florer
I mean Ric Flair bitch boy I've been player
You a bench warmer boy I've been playing
Walked up the stairs look at my shoes like them cleaner
But I shoulda worn the other ones cause them better
This shit on 100 degrees, hard as fuck ain't in a rush
I let the money come to me, I'm a business man
I'm way too young to be this rich
I don't know what to do with all this shit
I'm out of control, lord can you save my soul?
How convenient, you ain't worried about shit right not
How convenient, you just tryna keep it lit right now
How convenient, screaming money over bitches right now
How convenient, bet you're feeling like the shit right now
Cut the check
Lyrics submitted by Mellow_Harsher
Cut The Check Lyrics as written by Jahaan Sweet Anderson Hernandez
Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group, Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd., Warner Chappell Music, Inc.
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