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