Bucciarati - Open Mike Eagle, Kari Faux

Sorry to call you late, 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

the writing

Fall was exciting

My winter coat has removable linings

Who’s gonna 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

It’s 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 uhhhh

Sorry to call you late, 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

Broken the zip again, broken the zip again

Trying to hold it in

Broken the zip again, broken the zip again

Trying to hold it in

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Broken the zip again

Part of me stuck in 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 the 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 the party, instead

This isn’t happy or art in a part

Part of it’s dark

Part of it’s wishin' 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

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

in the 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 the saint and the dinner

Rather '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

Expect the box, now I’m pushin' my barrier

So why do I still feel like I’m over grey area

Sorry to call you late, 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

Broken the zip again, broken the zip again

Trying to hold it in

Broken the zip again, broken the zip again

Trying to hold it in

Broken the zip again, broken the zip again

Broken the zip again