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• Artiste: Open Mike Eagle
• Titre: Bucciarati (feat. Kari Faux)
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Sorry to call you in, I needed a helping hand Broken the zip again, broken the zip again Trying to fill up my bag to carry a couple grand Broken the zip again, broken the zip again Fallin' apart, I can't hold it together All in the art 'cause I won't live forever I had a direction and split from the thesis Now I need more fingers to pick up the pieces Fightin' to follow the line in the writing Fall was exciting My winter coat has removable linings Who's gonna bring me good comfort and tidings? 'Cause Santa ain't comin', he wasn't invited I wasn't expected to need it, was headed a different direction I seen it, I seen it, I seen it, the phoenix Tryin' to emerge from these disparate pieces I'm watchin' it struggle, watchin' it juggle Its feathers was burnin' a hole in the puzzle It trapped and it's hooked on the shit that they hustle Picture was blurring, the drawing is muddled It's ugh Sorry to call you in, I needed a helping hand Broken the zip again, broken the zip again Trying to fill up my bag (Trying to fill my bag) to carry a couple grand Broken the zip again, broken the zip again Broken the zip again, broken the zip again (Well, well, well, well) Trying to hold it in Broken the zip again (Broke the zip again), broken the zip again Trying to hold it in Broken the zip again, broken the zip again Broken the zip again Part of me struck an original trauma Part of me wears an invisible armor Part of me knows I have all that I need Part of me hurts when the other succeed I saw a sign but forgot what it said Feedin' the animals fucks with they head Smart in the belly, but dumb in the head Who up on the ledge? Autumn can't come until Summer is dead Came for a party, a bummer instead This isn't happy or art in the park Part of it's dark, part of it's missin' The artery's pinchin' and splittin' apart I need a doctor to look at this chart I need to ask who took me apart I need more fingers to pick up the pieces I really don't know where to start And I have the eyes, but I won't compromise To get what you want, I never revise One step at a time is the method I use One extended hand when I'm feelin' the blues Your eyes are chartreuse and appear to have it all together I remember hand-me-downs, we was rockin' pleather Sunday service, I was waitin' to be hit by the spirit But it never happened, did it work on children? As I grew older, void got bigger Tryin' to fill the hole with sex, maybe liquor What's the difference 'tween a saint and a sinner? Rather isolate myself 'cause I can beg you to differ Sometimes I can't recognize who's in the mirror Hopin' someone would come and make the image clearer Escaped the box, now I'm pushin' my barrier So why do I still feel like a moral grey area? Sorry to call you in, I needed a helping hand Broken the zip again, broken the zip again Trying to fill up my bag (Trying to fill my bag) to carry a couple grand Broken the zip again, broken the zip again Broken the zip again, broken the zip again (Well, well, well, well) Trying to hold it in Broken the zip again (Broke the zip again), broken the zip again Trying to hold it in Broken the zip again, broken the zip again Broken the zip again