Scissors (feat. BlackishMage & CJ Vickery)

My wife is being difficult and I'm at my wit's end
I've been working overtime on Christmas like I'm Blitzen
She sees the way I'm struggling to cut this wrapping paper
Sees the way my hand hurts
I swear that shit don't faze her
I'm asking her the same way I've asked my mom since childhood
Pleading out and I'm screaming out
The exact same way a child would
'Cause somehow even in my 30s
Own a house and I wake up early
She's hiding things I really need
Damn, baby girl, why you do me dirty?

Let me use your fabric scissors
Let me cut a little paper up
Because my hands are enormous
But your scissors always feel like a glove
(Like a glove, like a glove, like a glove, like a glove...)
Like a glove, like a glove, like a glove, like a glove, like a glove

Let me use your fabric scissors
Let me cut a little paper up
Because my hands are enormous
But your scissors always feel like a glove

I've been searching the drawers and the closets
I think that you've lost it
Enough
Under every mattress and the attic
The kitchen
I need something that cuts
Oh, when I find it it's going down
Cutting pennies just to show what I've found
Fucking sawing logs with it
Carve a small British king
And burn it while I watch "The Crown"

Let me use your fabric scissors
Let me cut a little paper up
Because my hands are enormous
But your scissors always feel like a glove

Let me use your fabric scissors
Let me cut a little paper up
Because my hands are enormous
But your scissors always feel like a glove
(Like a glove, like a glove, like a glove, like a glove...)

I'll rummage through the drawers
And search in the dark
Should have known I'd wanna use 'em
Right from the start
Now our marriage is in jeopardy and falling apart
You can keep your fucking scissors
'Cause you're dulling my heart

I'll rummage through the drawers
And search in the dark
Should have known I'd wanna use 'em
Right from the start
Now our marriage is in jeopardy and falling apart
You can keep your fucking scissors
'Cause you're dulling my heart

Let me use your fabric scissors
Let me cut a little paper up
Because my hands are enormous
But your scissors always feel like a glove
(Like a glove, like a glove, like a glove, like a glove...)

Let me use your fabric scissors
Let me cut a little paper up
Because my hands are enormous
But your scissors always feel like a glove
(Like a glove, like a glove, like a glove, like a glove...)